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' '"T^HEY began the march with 
'*■ great caution ’ ’ 


(See pagejg) 


I T T L E 
WHITE 
INDIANS 


By 

FANNIE E. OSTRANDER 

ILLUSTRATED IN COLOR BY 

DIANTHA W. HORNE 



BOSTON : L. C. PAGEiif 
COMPANY : MDCCCC VII 





Copyright^ igojy hy 


L. C. Page & Company 

INCORPORATED 


All rights r$s$rved 


First impression, June, 1907 


? USfTARY of CONQRESsJ 
Twii Copies Roceivocj s' 


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THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A. 


CONTENTS 


CHAPTER page 

I The Rival Tribes i 

II Making the Villages .... 14 

III On the Warpath 34 

IV A New Chief 46 

V Playing Pocahontas 62 

VI Camp Fire Fun ....... 80 

VII Adventures of the Medicine Men ioo 
VIII The Buffalo Hunt and the Sioux 116 

IX Plenty of Mischief 14 1 

X Black Wolf Meets the Pawnees . 159 

XI A Bad Indian 174 

XII The Great Celebration . , . 189 


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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 


“They began the march with great caution” ^ 

{^See page jp) Frontispiece 


“ The procession moved down through the 

orchard” i6 

“ He caught the little girl by the arm and half 

dragged her to the tree ” 54 

“‘Your prayer shall be granted/ he answered 


solemnly ” 11 / 

“The next moment both Medicine Men were 

flying back toward the camp ” . . . . 1 1 1 . 


“ He turned and dashed back in the direction 

from which he had come” 149 

“ He suddenly came face to face with a sturdier 


specimen than he had yet seen” . . . 183 ^ 

“The creature raised itself slowly on its hind 

feet” 195, 


iLittXe OTIitte Kntrtmt^ 


CHAPTER I 

THE RIVAL TRIBES 

R ex came dashing through the 
orchard to where the other 
children were playing, and 
threw up his cap with a shout. Prince, 
the great St. Bernard, was at his heels, 
and echoed the shout with an eager 
bark, which meant that he knew some- 
thing good was coming. 

‘‘What’s up?” cried Frank, catching 
the dog by his collar for a rough tumble. 
But Prince would only wag his tail and 
look expectant. 

“ Uncle Will says we may start an 
Indian tribe,” explained Rex. “ We 


2 Eittle mMU 3Entfmit!S 

can have our village right here in the 
orchard.” 

‘‘ Hurrah ! ” yelled Frank, giving Prince 
a friendly slap. “ I ’m Black Wolf, and 
if any white folks come around, they ’d 
better look out!” He caught Tommy 
by the hair as he spoke, and pretended 
to scalp him. 

Tommy howled, as he usually did at 
every opportunity, and Florence rushed 
to the rescue. I thought Rex meant 
good Indians,” she laughed ; ‘‘ the kind 
Ernest Thompson Seton writes about.” 

“ I did,” Rex agreed. ‘‘ That ’s the 
kind we ’re going to be. We can learn 
a lot of things about the woods, and ani- 
mals, and tepees, and everything, besides 
having fun.” 

‘‘ What are tepees ? ” asked Dorothy. 

Why, tepees are wigwams, or Indian 
houses, you know,” answered Florence. 


3 


®:ite 

Don’t you remember hearing mamma 
read about them ? ” 

‘‘ And don’t you know all the children 
are playing Indian now ? ” put in Rex. 

Goody, goody ^ ” screamed Dorothy, 
clapping her hands. When can we 
begin ? ” 

‘‘ Right away, I guess,” answered Rex, 
promptly. 

‘‘Me too.?” shouted Tommy, regard- 
less of the scalping. 

“ Of course ! ” 

“ And me .? ” urged five-year-old Grace. 

“Yes, you too. Midget!” cried Rex, 
catching her up and seating her on the 
dog’s back. “You’ll be a pappoose, — 
though I guess you are too big for that.” 

Prince turned his head understandingly, 
and was very careful not to move until 
she slid down. 

“ I ’m older than she is,” bragged 


4 JlittU WiftiU Intfiand 

Tommy, strutting around. I ’ll be six 
pretty soon.” 

‘‘And I ’m nine,” cried Frank. “ Dor- 
othy is only eight ! ” 

“ I don’t care,” said Dorothy, tossing 
her head. “ Florence is eleven, same as 
Rex.” 

“ What tribe shall we be ? ” put in 
Florence, looking thoughtful. “ Would 
Choctaws do ? ” 

“ I suppose so,” replied Rex. “ They 
were ugly customers, but we don’t have 
to be ugly.” 

“We could be Mohawks,” suggested 
Florence. 

“ I ’d rather be Mohawks,” Dorothy 
chimed in. “ My new dress is mohawk, 
and it ’s awfully pretty.” 

“You mean mohair!” laughed Flor- 
ence. 

“Well, it’s mo-something,” declared 


5 


Dorothy ; ‘‘ and I think it sounds prettier 
than Choctaw.’^ 

‘‘ Then we will be Mohawks,” decided 
Rex. ‘‘We can live in the Mohawk 
Valley. The brook will be the Mohawk 
River, and of course the valley is all 
around here.” 

They were in the orchard back of the 
house, and he pointed to the winding 
brook below, and waved his hand to take 
in the grove beyond and the pasture on 
the other side. 

“ Huh ! That ain’t a river,” objected 
Tommy. 

“ But we are playing it is, so it ’s the 
same thing,” said Florence. 

“ All right ! ” Tommy agreed. 

“ Well, then,” Rex went on, “ we are 
going to be Mohawks and live in the 
Mohawk Valley. I will be the chief, and 
my name is White Bear. Midget is Sweet- 


6 ilittle muu 

brier, and Frank can be Black Wolf if he 
wants to. Who will you be, Florence ” 
Pocahontas, I think,” answered Flor- 
ence. ‘‘ It was so nice of her to save 
Captain John Smith. But Pocahontas 
was n’t a Mohawk, was she ? ” she added 
doubtfully. 

‘‘ Well, it won’t make any difference,” 
said Rex. ‘‘ She was an Indian. And 
we will get the Brown kids to be white 
people.” 

Florence clapped her hands delight- 
edly. That ’s just the thing ! ” she 
cried. “ Then Earl can be Captain 
Smith ! ” 

‘‘ Who will I be ? Who will I be ? ” 
shrieked Dorothy, dancing about in her 
eagerness. 

‘‘You must be a beautiful Indian 
maiden,” decided Florence ; “ and your 
name is — let me see — ” 


7 


Srite %ibHX €vtbt^ 

^‘Singing Bird,” suggested Frank. 
*‘You know she can sing.” 

‘‘Yes, that will be a pretty name,” 
agreed Florence. “But who is Tommy?” 

“Tommy? Oh, Tommy must be the 
Medicine Man.” 

“ I don’t want to take the medicine ! ” 
objected Tommy, preparing to howl. “I 
don’t like to take nasty old medicine !” 

The older children shouted. 

“ Never mind, Tom ! ” laughed Rex. 
“ Medicine Men don’t have to take ,med- 
icine. They just dress up queer in 
blankets and feathers, and wear chains 
made of all sorts of things ; and they 
dance and twist themselves up and howl 
— you can howl like anything. And 
they scare the bad spirits away, and then 
the Indians get well.” 

“All right!” agreed Tommy, well 
pleased with his part. 


8 iiittU mutt Snlrtffttd 

‘‘ Oh, I can’t wait to begin ! ” cried 
Dorothy, dancing up and down. 

Frank gave a series of war whoops and 
began to shoot off imaginary arrows, 
while Tommy and Grace ran around, 
asking everybody if it was n’t fun, and 
Prince bounded here and there, taking 
part in all the merriment. 

In the midst of this the Brown chil- 
dren came running through the grove, 
and the new Indians pounced on them 
eagerly, telling their plans. 

The Vernon children — Florence and 
Dorothy and Tommy — were cousins to 
the Webster children, — Rex and Frank 
and Grace. Both families were spending 
the summer at the Vernon farm, which 
was only a few miles out of the city, 
while on the next farm lived the Browns. 
There were six children in this family, 
— Earl, Clara, Kathie, Myrtle, Jimmy, 


9 


mxe mi&al €vihc^ 

and Fred. Kathie and Myrtle were twins, 
and so were Jimmy and Fred. 

When the newcomers learned about 
the Indian tribe, they were wild to join 
it; but Rex stood firm. Earl would 
want to be chief,” he said, ‘‘ and I ’m 
that. Besides, Florence wants him for 
Captain John Smith.” 

‘‘ Oh, all right,” said Earl, — “ only, 
you ought to have more Indians.” 

“We could let you be another tribe,” 
said Florence ; “ but we must have a 
white settlement. I suppose we might 
ask the Smith children to be white 
people. There are four in their own 
family, you know, and they have three 
cousins visiting ; so that makes seven. 
Johnny can be Captain Smith. His 
name is just right, too — I had n’t thought 
of that before ! ” 

The smaller boys and girls began to 


10 %tttu muu 

chase one another over the orchard, and 
before the older ones noticed what they 
were doing. Tommy managed to get 
himself hanged in an apple tree. 

*‘Take me down! Take me down!” 
he yelled. 

The others turned to see the Medicine 
Man dangling and kicking just far enough 
above the ground so that his toes would 
not touch, the strong cloth of his blouse 
holding him tightly, while Jimmy and 
Fred and Grace were dancing around 
him, and Kathie and Myrtle vainly at- 
tempted to get near enough to pull him 
down. 

Amidst shouts of laughter the remain- 
der of the company rushed to the res- 
cue ; but before they could reach the tree 
Prince leaped up, defying the kicks of 
the energetic Tommy, picked him off the 
little branch, and set him on the ground. 


11 


mxt mcbal ^txht^ 

After that the planning went on again. 

‘‘I ’m King Philip/’ said Earl. ‘‘ Who 
are you, Clara ?” 

‘‘ Let me see ! I guess I will be the 
queen of the tribe. My name is Rising 
Sun, and Myrtle shall be Humming Bird, 
and Kathie, Sweet Clover.” 

But what tribe are you ? ” demanded 
Rex. 

‘‘ Oh, Pequots will do ! ” said Earl. 

^‘You must have a Medicine Man 
too ! ” shouted Frank, capering around 
on one foot. ‘‘ Let Fred be Medicine 
Man.” 

‘‘All right,” agreed Earl. “And Jimmy 
will be a young brave. What shall we 
call him?” 

“ What I got to be brave about — 
cows? ” interrupted Jimmy, whom Brindle 
had chased out of the yard the day before. 

The others laughed, but Jimmy dug his 


12 Eittu mMU 

toes into the ground, getting red. ‘‘ I 
don’t care ! ” he said. I don’t want to 
be hooked.” 

‘‘Anybody would n’t!” Dorothy chimed 
in sympathetically. 

“That’s all right,” said Earl, “but you 
mustn’t try to ride the calf again. Brindle 
thought you were going to hurt it.” 

“But what shall we name Jimmy?” 
cried Clara. “I think Firefly would be 
nice.” 

“ Then we could call him Lightning 
Bug 1 ” laughed Kathie. 

“ I don’t care 1 ” declared Jimmy. “ I 
like Firefly.” 

Earl sprang suddenly to his feet. “There 
are the Smiths 1” he cried, “over in their 
pasture. Come on and tell them 1 ” 

The others raced after him with Prince 
in the lead, and soon the Smith children 
were as interested in the new plan as the 


13 


§Eltbal €vtht^ 

rest had been. They readily agreed to 
be white people, and Johnny was well 
pleased with the name of Captain Smith. 

But Pocahontas will have to marry 
me when we grow up,” he said roguishly. 

Florence tossed her curls. ‘‘ Oh, we 
won’t play it long enough for that ! ” she 
cried. ‘‘Come on; let’s get the tepees 
made ! ” 

Johnny accepted the rebuff with good 
temper, and the white people started off 
to make their settlement, while the 
Mohawks and Pequots trooped merrily 
away in the opposite direction. 


CHAPTER II 

MAKING THE VILLAGES 

"W TE must go Up to the house/’ 
%/%/ said Rex, ‘‘and help bring 
¥ f things down. Uncle Will is 
coming with us.” 

So they raced through the orchard, 
shouting and laughing, to the back yard, 
where they found a pile of canvas and 
bright-colored blankets, which the girls 
pounced upon eagerly. 

Uncle Will was just coming from the 
barn with a bundle of pine poles in his 
arms. “ Bring out Humpty Dumpty,” 
he called, as the boys dashed up. 

Rex and Frank hastened to obey, with 
the little boys close at their heels, and in 
a moment led out a dark bay Shetland 


ifraftiircr 15 

pony, the pet of both families. Dorothy 
had named him “ Humpty Dumpty ” 
because he was so fat, and “ Humpty 
Dumpty ” he remained. 

Uncle Will divided the poles into two 
piles and attached them to the pony’s 
shoulders on each side, while the children 
crowded around, asking questions. 

‘‘ Oh, we are going to move in Indian 
style, that ’s all,” he laughingly explained, 
as he fastened the poles together with ropes 
to form a kind of basket farther down. 
“ Bring the canvas and blankets.” These 
he placed in the basket, and when all was 
ready, Grace was seated upon the blankets 
and Dorothy upon the pony’s back. 

‘‘ Usually three or four of the women 
and children ride,” said Uncle Will ; ‘‘and 
there are generally any number of dogs. 
Where are some of your toy dogs } They 
would help out.” 


16 Etttle mfiitt 

“ I ’ll get them ! ” cried Florence. 

She quickly returned with three woolly 
dogs, which she distributed among the 
smaller children, Grace carrying hers in 
her arms, while Tommy and Fred dragged 
theirs after them. 

With much laughter and merry talk 
the procession moved down through the 
orchard, waving hands and handkerchiefs 
to the grown people who were watching 
from the back door. Humpty Dumpty 
seemed somewhat surprised at this new 
play, but he accepted it in good spirit, 
and Prince did his best to make up for 
the lack of dogs by trying to be every- 
where at once. 

At the Mohawk camping ground they 
unloaded their goods, and, following Uncle 
Will’s directions, erected four tepees in 
the form of a quadrangle, with quite a 
space in the centre. At the top of each 



' I 'HE procession moved down 
through the orchard ’ ’ 



iWaitmg: tftc 17 

tepee they were careful to leave an opening 
for the smoke to escape. 

Though we sha’n’t have any smoke/’ 
laughed Florence, ‘‘ because papa says we 
mustn’t make fires.” 

Not unless some of the grown people 
are here,” corrected Uncle Will. ‘‘Per- 
haps we will come down occasionally, if 
the Indians prove friendly.” 

This called forth a chorus of delight, 
and the work went on merrily, even the 
smaller children helping to put in the 
pegs around the edges of the tepees. 
They arranged a piece of canvas to keep 
out the wind at the top, where the open- 
ing had been left, and laced one seam 
down to within about four feet of the 
bottom, leaving the opening for a door- 
way. The door itself was a bright blanket 
fastened above and left to hang loose, ex- 
cept in bad weather, when it could be 


18 %tttu mftiU IitlfteiTS 

tightly closed at the lower corners by 
means of thongs. 

When all was done, there was quite a 
little Indian village, although, of course, 
the tepees were small. On one corner 
was the council lodge ; opposite it stood 
the chiefs tepee ; next to that was Poca- 
hontas’ tepee, facing which was the Med- 
icine Man’s tepee. 

It looks just like the pictures of In- 
dian wigwams ! ” cried Florence, eagerly. 

‘‘Yes, it does pretty well,” said Uncle 
Will, looking at the work critically. 
“ Now we will go over and help settle 
the Pequots, if they wish.” 

“ Thank you,” said Earl. “ I ’m afraid 
we can’t make such a good appearance ; 
but I know we have a lot of old canvas, 
and I ’m sure our folks won’t care if we 
use it.” 

“ I guess they won’t,” said Uncle Will, 


iWalitug tfte WiUasti 19 

laughing. We settled all that last night, 
and your father went to the city with me 
this morning.” 

‘‘Hurrah !” shouted Earl, throwing up 
his cap and catching it on the end of his toe. 

“ Hurrah ! ” echoed the other hoys, 
tumbling over one another in their excite- 
ment ; while the girls danced on ahead, 
too eager to walk. 

At the Brown farm they found every- 
thing in readiness, and with much merri- 
ment Earl brought out their own special 
pet, — a little shaggy white donkey, named 
“ Goliath.” 

“He’s got to move us!” cried the 
Pequot king. “Humpty Dumpty can’t 
have all the fun.” 

Goliath was willing to do his part, and 
he cocked his ears and wagged his head 
as though he appreciated the joke. He 
also kicked up his heels once or twice. 


20 itittle muu SntriatT^ 

but with no further result than to produce 
shrieks of laughter from the Indians of 
both tribes. 

In due time the Pequot village was 
constructed after the plan of the Mohawk, 
and Uncle Will took his departure, laugh- 
ingly shaking off half a dozen Indians 
who were urging him to stay. 

“ I ’ll be one of the old braves to sit 
around the camp fire, now and then, of an 
evening,” he promised over his shoulder, 
which promise brought forth rousing 
cheers from both sides. 

Now we must decide about our dress,” 
cried Florence, when they had quieted 
down a little. ‘‘ I had almost forgotten 
that.” 

The older ones looked at each other in 
consternation. 

‘^I should think so,” said Earl. ‘‘We ’re 
not much like Indians in these clothes.” 


ifitrtliitta tire 21 

After a little unsatisfactory discussion, 
Florence sprang to her feet. ‘‘ I ’m going 
to ask mamma about it,” she said. ‘‘ She ’ll 
know just what to do.” 

‘‘ So am I,” said Clara. And we 
shall have to hurry.” 

When the two tribes met again the next 
afternoon, there had been quite a trans- 
formation. Rex was a warlike Indian 
chief. He wore knee pants trimmed 
down the seams with feathers. His blouse 
was also gayly decorated with feathers. 
On his feet were moccasins, and across 
his shoulders a bright blanket was draped. 
Upon his head was a war helmet, made of 
stiff pasteboard covered with gold paper 
and heavily fringed with peacock feathers 
around the upper edge. 

He carried a round shield edged with 
feathers; this was cut from heavy manila 
paper^ oiled to represent buffalo skin, and 


22 iiittle mfiite 

it was held to his side by means of a strap 
passing across his chest. He also carried 
a bow and quiver of arrows, the quiver 
covered with rooster feathers. Added to 
these was a long lance and pipe, both 
trimmed with feathers and wound with 
strips of bright cloth, a tomahawk, and a 
war club. Around his neck he wore a 
string of twigs, cut to represent the claws 
of wild beasts, and his face was stained 
with berry juice. 

Frank’s dress was much the same, al- 
though in place of the war helmet he 
had tufts of feathers fastened to his hair. 
Tommy, with his big blanket, his feath- 
ers, and several strings of shells, beads, and 
wooden teeth and claws, was quite a fierce 
little Medicine Man. The top of his cap 
was covered with a big bunch of peacock 
feathers, and in his hand he carried the 
wand of the Medicine Man, with a great 


iHaftiitfl tite 23 

tuft of rooster feathers at the end. His 
moccasins were of many colors, and he 
strutted about as well pleased with him- 
self as need be. 

The girls had their short skirts and 
their waists trimmed with feathers, fringe, 
and ornaments of various kinds, found in 
the garret, — old ostrich tips, and strings 
of beads of all sizes and colors, — while 
their hair was parted in the middle, 
combed down on each side as smoothly 
as it could possibly be, and decorated with 
ostrich tips. They wore gay little shawls 
draped across their shoulders, and bright 
moccasins on their feet, and the smaller 
ones carried their dolls, dressed very much 
like themselves. 

The Pequots were no less successful in 
their attire. King Philip had a war bon- 
net made of tinselled paper stiffened with 
pasteboard and lavishly decorated with 


24 kittle mute Intriaird 

rooster, peacock, and goose feathers. This 
covered his head and drooped down his 
back in great magnificence. His cloth- 
ing was trimmed with feathers and 
fringe ; while his shield and lance, bows, 
and arrows in their feather quiver, his 
tomahawk and war club, and his long 
pipe, rivalled those of the Mohawk 
chief. 

The weapons of both tribes were made 
of wood, to represent the genuine Indian 
weapons, and were excellent reproduc- 
tions of them, while in every respect the 
Indian costumes had been followed as 
closely as possible. 

Rising Sun had decorated her dress, and 
the dresses of her Indian maidens, with 
grass as well as feathers, and the effect was 
very pretty. She explained that the spears 
of grass were to represent porcupine 
quills, which the Indians were so fond of 


JHicJtlirfl tfte 25 

using. All wore shawls of bright colors, 
or pieces of cloth to represent shawls, 
draped across their shoulders, and bright 
moccasins on their feet. The Pequot 
Medicine Man had a pair of horns at- 
tached to his cap, and was even fiercer 
than the Mohawk. 

But the Pequots had prepared a sur- 
prise which created a great sensation 
when the two tribes met at the Mohawk 
camp. Carried proudly upon her back, 
supported by a band across her forehead. 
Rising Sun displayed the only pappoose 
seen in either camp ; and the Mohawks 
crowded around her eagerly when they 
discovered it, with exclamations of 
delight. 

‘‘ Oh, oh ! ” cried Pocahontas. ‘‘ Do 
let me take it ! ” 

Rising Sun obligingly swung the pap- 
poose from her back. It was a large doll. 


26 ilittle mftiU lulymnd 

almost the size of a real baby. It had 
black eyes and hair, the latter parted in 
the middle, like that of the girls. It was 
wrapped in a bright shawl and strapped 
to a narrow board covered with a little 
blanket, which was folded a number of 
times to make it soft. The doll’s feet 
rested upon a hoop ; and passing over its 
face, to protect it in case of a fall, was 
another hoop, wound with bright cloth 
and ornamented with tinsel. Hanging 
from this hoop were little rattles and 
other playthings for the pappoose to 
amuse itself with, its hands being left 
free for that purpose. 

‘‘ When I ride on horseback, she has 
to have her hands strapped down, because 
it is safer,” explained Clara. I ’ve read 
just how they do. They have awfully 
nice cradles, too ; but I did n’t have time 
to make one.” 


iWaUtuir tfte JSrillffsciS 27 

The girls went into raptures over the 
Indian baby, and had to take turns hold- 
ing it, and Clara found herself a very 
important person. 

But after a while Kathie diverted the 
attention. ‘‘ What ’s that little bear 
for?” she suddenly cried, pointing to a 
small but very lifelike bruin, which was 
mounted upon a pole before the chief’s 
tepee. 

‘‘Oh, that ’s our totem!” answered Rex. 

“ Your whatV cried Myrtle, with very 
round eyes. 

“ Our totem,” repeated Rex. “ A totem 
is an animal, or bird, or something, used 
as a sign of a tribe, like a coat of arms. 
Each tribe has its totem, and they paint 
pictures of them on their blankets and 
tepees and everything, and have stuffed 
images of them to carry around and put 
up in camp, to take care of the people.” 


28 kittle mfttU 

“ I ’m going to draw some pictures of 
the bear on our tepees/' said Frank, who 
was quite handy with his pencil. 

We can have the lynx for our totem,” 
said Earl. ‘‘ We 've got a small one at 
home that we can bring down ; but I 
had n't thought of it.” 

‘‘ And we forgot our medicine bags ! ” 
shouted Rex. ‘‘We can't get along with- 
out themy 

“What are ‘medicine bags’?” inquired 
the smaller children, crowding around. 

“ Oh, they are little sacks made of skins 
and filled with sand or earth of different 
colors that the Indians mix up. Some- 
times they put in ashes of plants or bones, 
and sometimes grass and such stuff. But 
every Indian puts in something that the 
rest don't know about, and he thinks it 
keeps him from danger and brings him 
good luck.” 


iJfraftiiTcr tfit WilUst^ 29 

‘‘WeVe got to have some medicine 
bags/’ cried Earl ; ‘‘ that ’s sure ! ” 

“We can use cloths and play it is skin/’ 
said Florence. 

So, with the help of the girls, each 
Indian constructed a small bag, and, going 
off by himself, filled it with whatever he 
chose, taking great care to keep at least 
one ingredient a secret from the other 
Indians. 

“ Now if a brave loses his medicine 
bag, he is n’t any good until he can kill an 
enemy and take his away from him,” said 
Rex, as they fastened the tiny bags in their 
hair and clothing. 

“ They have what they call the ‘ Med- 
icine ’ of the tribe, too,” said Florence. 
“ Sometimes it is a queer piece of stone ; 
and they hang it up in camp and think it 
protects them.” 

“ Well, let’s have our ^Medicine,’ ” said 


30 iiittle mutt 

Rex. Here ’s a funny stone that I picked 
up down by the brook.” He took it from 
his pocket as he spoke, and showed it to 
the others. It was shaped almost like the 
figure of some animal, and was really very 
peculiar. 

‘‘We will have this for our ‘Medi- 
cine,’ ” decided Florence, producing a 
piece of red ribbon, with which she hung 
it to the side of the Medicine Man’s tepee. 

“ I ’ve got a queer stone at home that 
we can have for ours,” said Clara. “ Papa 
brought it from California. I ’ll get it 
when we go back.” 

“What do they call it ‘Medicine’ for?” 
asked Dorothy. “ They can’t take it.” 

“ Oh, ‘ Medicine ’ means mystery to 
them,” explained Florence. “ Anything 
they don’t understand is ‘ Medicine,’ — 
‘ Good Medicine ’ and ‘ Bad Medicine.’ ” 

After all was settled they went over to 


iWafttnfl: tfte FillafftS 3i 

the white village, to find that the Smith 
children had not been idle. They had 
built five little brush houses near the edge 
of the brook, and had their household 
furniture in place, and their wooden 
muskets and gardening tools stacked up 
together. 

With the help of the grown people 
and the garret, they had dressed them- 
selves to look like quaint little men and 
women of centuries ago, the boys in long- 
tailed coats, and the girls in big-flowered 
petticoats reaching to their ankles, and 
with white handkerchiefs crossed over 
their waists in front. 

Four or five large dolls, dressed like 
their mothers, added to the number of 
the villagers, and Dick, a big blue Mal- 
tese cat, made himself at home at the door 
of one of the houses. He and Prince 
were good friends, and he was used to 


32 %ittU mMU SiTtrmiTo 

all kinds of play ; so he merely stretched 
himself and yawned when the big dog 
and the Indians came dashing into the 
village. 

After the white people and their visit- 
ors had spent some time complimenting 
ne another, they started on a tour of the 
villages, reaching the Mohawk camp on 
their return just as Uncle Will was start- 
ing a lire in the chiefs tepee. 

‘‘ See what you can find in that basket,” 
he called, when he could make himself 
heard above the clatter of voices ; and the 
girls were soon busily at work spreading a 
feast. 

‘‘We ’re friendly Indians now,” laughed 
Rex, when all was ready ; “ but after 
this, look out for us ! ” 

“ All right,” said Johnny Smith. “ If 
you pitch into our village, we ’ll set the 
cat on you ! ” 


tfte 33 

The merry feast was nearly over when 
Rising Sun, who had placed her pap- 
poose against a tree by her side, sud- 
denly remembered to feed it. She turned 
just in time to see Prince catch the strap 
in his mouth and start on a jog-trot 
toward the brook ; and in an instant there 
was confusion in the camp, with shrieks 
from the girls, and frantic rushes. 

But Prince, in obedience to the com- 
mand of his master, brought back the 
Indian baby unharmed, amidst the laugh- 
ter of Indians and white people, and the 
camp broke up for the night, with many 
promises and many threats for the next 
day. 


3 


CHAPTER III 


ON THE WARPATH 

"W Ijr "TE ’ VE got to hold a coun- 
oil/’ said White Bear, ‘‘and 
▼ ▼ smoke the council pipe. 
Come on, braves!” He started for the 
council lodge as he spoke, and Black 
Wolf and the Medicine Man were not 
slow to follow him, while the girls crept 
up to the door and peeped through to 
watch proceedings. 

White Bear gravely produced his pipe 
and filled it with grass from a pouch at 
his side. 

“ Huh,” said the Medicine Man, “ that 
ain’t tobacco 1 ” 


35 


mx tfte raarpatit 

‘‘Ain’t ?” repeated Black Wolf. “ That 
shows all you know about it. Of course 
it ’s tobacco.” 

The chief pretended to light his pipe, 
and taking a few strong puffs at it, passed 
it to Black Wolf, who sat at his left. 
Black Wolf also pulled away at the pipe 
a few times, and then handed it to the 
Medicine Man. 

“ Don’t keep it forever ! ” he cried 
at last, getting impatient. “ And here ! 
It ’s got to go back the same way it came.” 

When he received the pipe he soberly 
passed it to the chief, and the ceremony 
was repeated two or three times, accom- 
panied by an occasional giggle from the 
watchers at the door. 

But finally White Bear rose to his 
feet. “ The Pequots have trespassed on 
our hunting grounds,” he said, “and we 
must pay them off.” 


36 Elttlt muu SitlXiatTiS 

‘‘What is trespassed?'' inquired the 
Medicine Man. 

“ Why, it 's going where you have no 
business to go,’" explained the chief. 

“ But did n’t we want Earl and all of 
them to come over?’" 

The other Indians laughed. 

“Of course we did,” said Black Wolf; 
“ but we are playing they came when we 
didn't want them to.” 

“ Oh ! ” said the Medicine Man. 

White Bear shook his pipe at the girls, 
who were still giggling outside the door. 
“You are not supposed to be watching 
us,” he said. “ But I guess the council 
is over, and now we will start on the 
warpath.” 

“ Are we going too ? ” inquired Poca- 
hontas, as the braves came out of the 
council lodge. 

“ You ought not to,” said White Bear ; 


#it iftt 37 

“ but there are so few of us that I guess 
you might as well.” 

‘‘ Then where are our tomahawks and 
things?” asked Singing Bird, looking 
troubled. 

‘‘You don’t have weapons,” scoffed 
Black Wolf. “You’re girls!” 

“No,” said the chief. “ You do bead 
work, and cook, and take care of things. 
The squaws usually do a// the work.” 

“We are not squaws ! ” objected Poca- 
hontas, turning away with an injured air. 

White Bear commenced to laugh. “ I 
was just joking. Flossy,” he cried. “ Hon- 
est, I was 1 Of course you ’re not squaws ; 
and we want you to come with us.” 

“ All right 1 ” said Florence, tossing her 
curls. “ But we ’d better hurry up, or 
the Pequots may get after us first.” 

“ That ’s so 1 ” said the chief. “ Come 


on!” 


38 ilittU mftiU 

He formed his people into line as 
quickly as possible and took his place at 
the head. ^‘This way!” he cried. ‘‘We’ll 
follow along by the brook and look sharp 
for their tracks.” 

A wail from Tommy suddenly startled 
the company. “ I have n’t got anything 
to fight with 1 I ’ll get scalped.” 

The chief laughed. “ Oh, you are 
not expected to fight,” he said. 

“ But I want to fight ! ” howled 
Tommy. “ I like to fight ! ” 

“ Then you can’t be Medicine Man,” 
put in Black Wolf. “ Here, let me have 
those strings of teeth and things 1 ” 

“You sha’n’t ! ” yelled Tommy, kick- 
ing vigorously. 

“ Then stop your howling, and come 
on,” commanded the chief. “ Indians 
are as still as mice when they are on the 
trail. You must be careful not even to 


<0iT tfic 8Uarj)atft 39 

step on a twig and make it snap. And 
you must not speak, nor whisper, nor 
laugh. Good Indians always do just as 
the chief says, — don’t they. Floss ? ” 

Of course they do. And even Indian 
babies are not allowed to cry.” 

‘‘ I ain’t crying ! ” declared Tommy. 

After charging Prince to take care of 
the camp, they began the march with 
great caution. The irrepressible Black 
Wolf himself was so interested in the 
new game that he forgot to caper about 
and stand on his head, but crept along 
after his leader, looking as solemn as a 
real Indian. 

Watch out for tracks and broken 
twigs,” warned the chief over his shoul- 
der ; and be careful that you don’t 
make any yourselves.” Then suddenly 
he paused, bending down to study the 
ground. He rose with a knowing look. 


40 lltttxe mfttU 

and the others hurried up to find a foot- 
print in the earth beside the path. 

Huh ! Must have gone this way,” 
grunted the chief. 

Course they did ! ” sniffed Tommy. 

I seed them.” 

Sh ! ” warned Pocahontas. Don’t 
you know we ’re playing we did n’t see 
them ? ” 

‘‘ All right,” said the Medicine Man. 

But I seed them all the same ! ” 

A little farther on the leader paused to 
examine a bush by the wayside. ‘‘Huh!” 
he grunted again. “ Broke off branch. 
Seel ” 

“ I seed them do that too,” declared 
the Medicine Man. “ Jimmy wanted it 
for a switch. I corned so far with 
them.” 

“ Can’t you keep still ? ” whispered Black 
Wolf. “You’re a great Medicine Man.” 


41 


iBn tite iSSSarpatfe 

Tommy started to howl, but thought 
better of it, and went on soberly. 

The next time White Bear stopped, it 
was to examine a broken twig in the path. 
On this occasion his ‘‘ Huh ! ” sounded 
gruffer than ever, and the Medicine Man, 
who was getting into the spirit of the 
play, was moved to speak in a whisper. 

What makes him talk down in his 
stomach?” he asked of Singing Bird, who 
was creeping along behind him. 

That ’s the way all Indians talk when 
they are on the trail,” she whispered back. 

Shooting Star heard only part of the 
answer, and crowded up to see what it 
was all about. Who ’s got a trail ? ” she 
inquired. “ I did n’t see any.” 

The chief turned and raised a warning 
hand. 

‘‘We are on the trail of the Pequots,” 
Singing Bird hurriedly explained. “You 


42 3l(ttu mmu SnJfmtTcJ 

must keep in line if you want to be a 
good Indian ; and you must n’t talk.” 

Oh ! ” Shooting Star whispered back, 
I won’t. But I did n’t know they had 
trails to their dresses any more than we 
did.” She hopped back into place obe- 
diently, clapping her hand over her mouth 
to keep from talking again, and crept 
along puzzled, but happy. 

By this time they were on Pequot ter- 
ritory, and they advanced with still greater 
caution. 

‘‘We’re almost there,” whispered Black 
Wolf, as they caught a glimpse of gay 
colors through an opening in the under- 
brush that lay between them and the 
Pequot camp. 

The chief paused to hold a hurried 
consultation. “ We will divide up,” he 
decided ; “ and then we can attack them 
from both sides. Singing Bird and Shoot- 


<0it tftc SliiSat'jpatft 43 

ing Star, come with me, and the rest of 
you go around the other way. Black 
Wolf will lead one party ; and mind you 
yell good and loud as soon as you hear 
me yell ! ” 

‘‘ All right!” was the whispered chorus. 
Then the little band separated, and crept 
eagerly in two directions toward the head 
and foot of the unsuspecting village. 

The Pequots were putting the finishing 
touches to their camp, arranging their 
totem and ‘‘Medicine” in the best positions, 
and they made a very good appearance as 
they glided about in Indian fashion and 
practised Indian talk and manners. 

Their Medicine Man sat before the 
door of his little tepee, and the Pequot 
queen was just hanging her pappoose from 
the limb of a tree, when a loud yell threw 
the camp into confusion. 

The first yell was the signal for a series 


44 %ittu mutt Iirtfmud 

of whoops and howls that would have 
done credit to real Indians, and in a 
moment the Pequot camp was attacked 
in front and rear by a band of enemies, 
flourishing tomahawks and other weapons, 
together with switches and sticks, as they 
dashed forward. 

For an instant King Philip could only 
stare ; but he quickly came to his senses 
and gave his orders. The next minute, 
both Mohawks and Pequots were yelling 
at the top of their voices and dancing 
around one another in fine style. 

The Medicine Men rushed for each 
other at sight, and in the midst of the 
confusion Tommy’s voice rose above the 
rest in a loud howl: ‘‘He’s got my 
teeth ! He ’s got my teeth ! ” 

The others paused to investigate, and 
then Pequots and Mohawks shrieked 
with laughter. Freddy had lost his 


tfte SKIarpjttiT 45 

feathers, and his blanket was pulled half 
over his head ; but he had two strings of 
wooden teeth hung triumphantly around 
his neck, and high in the air he waved a 
string of shells. 

Tommy’s war paint was streaked with 
perspiration, and his hands were full of 
feathers ; but he continued to howl for 
his lost teeth until they were restored, 
when a truce was declared between the 
rival tribes. 


CHAPTER IV 


A NEW CHIEF 

T TERE, Lightning Bug,” cried 
B 9 King Philip, “run over to 

JL jL the Brown farm and ask 
them for some milk.” 

Firefly took the pail slowly. “ It ’s 
lonesome,” he said, “ going alone.” 

“ Run through the pasture,” said the 
chief. “You’ll be there in no time.” 

“ It ’s rocky that way,” objected Fire- 
fly. “ I might tumble down and spill 
the milk.” 

“ He ’s afraid ! ” taunted the Mohawk 
Medicine Man. “ Let Fred and me 


a j3eUj €ftUf 47 

Not much ! ’’ answered King Philip. 
"‘You’d drink all the milk, or take it to 
make mud pies with.” 

“Maybe Brindle might be around,” 
laughed Black Wolf. “ Better send me.” 

“ I ’ll go,” declared Firefly ; but his 
voice sounded uncertain. 

Clara rose quickly. “ Give me the 
pail,” she said. 

But Earl whispered in her ear : “ Don’t 
make a baby of him. He shouldn’t be 
such a little coward. There ’s nothing 
to hurt him. Why, it ’s hardly out of 
sight ! ” Then he added aloud : “ An 
Indian does n’t amount to anything if he 
isn’t brave. Why, they torture them- 
selves and everything to show how much 
they can stand. A cowardly Indian is 
made to do squaw’s work, and called a 
squaw-man, and he can’t go with the 
braves at all.” 


48 ilittle mfiiU IiTtfirtiTrf 

I ain’t afraid,” said Firefly, sturdily. 

‘‘Can’t I go too?” cried Dorothy, 
springing to her feet. 

“ Why, I guess so,” said Earl. “ Can’t 
she. Floss ? ” 

“ I don’t care,” said Florence ; “ only, 
don’t be gone too long.” 

“ And look out for Brindle ! ” called 
Frank, as the children started off. “ I 
suppose Man-afraid-of-a-cow would run 
if she shook her head toward him.” 

“ Keep still, can’t you ? ” reproved 
Rex. “ It is n’t anything smart to tease 
him.” 

“He really is afraid to go alone,” said 
Clara. “ I feel sorry for him ; but I sup- 
pose he ought to get over it.” 

“/ wouldn’t be afraid,” bragged 
Tommy; “not if Brindle did chase 
me.” 

“ Huh ! You ’d run,” scoffed Fred. 


49 


a |8eto €ftict 
Tou V run ! ” retorted Tommy. 
‘‘You’d run for a grasshopper.” 

“You’d run for a — for a mosquito,” 
declared Freddy. 

The Medicine Men glared at each 
other like mortal enemies ; for, although 
they were really the best of friends, they 
were always ready to fight at a moment’s 
notice. But as Prince came bounding up 
just then for a frolic, they forgot all about 
their difference, and, casting off their 
blankets, tumbled and raced about until 
they were tired. 

Meantime Jimmy and Dorothy trudged 
along, swinging the pail between them ; 
but Jimmy cast an anxious eye now and 
then toward the cattle that were grazing 
farther up the pasture, and once he said 
they ought to walk faster. 

“ Why ? ” Dorothy asked. “ You ain’t 
really afraid, are you?” 


50 %ittU mftitt 

N — no,” answered Jimmy, doubtfully. 

“ Because I don’t think it is nice for 
boys to be afraid, especially Indians,” 
said Dorothy. “ It ’s bad enough for 
girls.” 

“Are you afraid?” asked Jimmy, sud- 
denly. 

“ No ! What is there to be afraid of? ” 
retorted Dorothy, with a toss of her head. 

“ Oh, nothing ; only some of the cat' 
tie might take a notion to chase us.” 

Dorothy stopped in the path and 
turned to look him in the eye. “ Now, 
Jimmy Brown,” she said, “ I do hope you 
are not a Afraid cat^ because I just can’t 
bear 'fraid cats!"" 

Jimmy flushed until his tanned face 
was as red as a poppy. “ Well, I ain’t a 
'/raid cat I ” he protested ; “ and I did n’t 
mind the cows until Brindle came after 
me the other day.” 


51 


a €MH 

‘‘ What would you do if she should 
come now?” asked Dorothy, walk- 
ing on. 

‘‘ I don’t know,” answered Jimmy, fol- 
lowing her with a troubled face. 

Would you run and leave me ?” 

‘‘ I don’t know,” Jimmy repeated, 
eying Brindle as though she might help 
him solve the problem. 

At that moment they were startled by 
a yell close at hand, and both children 
jumped, while Dorothy gave a little 
scream; but it was only Tommy tearing 
after them. 

‘‘ They said I could come too,” he 
shouted. ‘‘I scared you, didn’t I?” 

‘‘You’d scare anybody,” said Dorothy, 
“ yelling like a wild Indian ! ” 

“Well, ain’t I a wild Indian?” in- 
quired Tommy. “ I s’pose you thought 
it was Brindle.” 


52 ilittle mute lutftittTiJ 

“ Cows don’t yell ! ” said Dorothy, 
scornfully. 

‘‘ If they come I ’ll drive them away,” 
bragged Tommy. 

‘‘Huh!” said Jimmy. “I guess you 
would.” 

“ I could chase all the cows in the 
world,” declared Tommy. 

“ Huh 1 ” said Jimmy again. But he 
looked anxiously at Dorothy to see what 
impression it was making on her. Dor- 
othy, however, understood her little 
brother too well to pay much attention 
to his big talk. 

“I wouldn’t be afraid of a hundred 
cows,” Tommy bragged again. He swag- 
gered along as he spoke, swinging a 
big stick that he had picked up, and 
looked fiercely at the peaceful cows, who 
were paying no attention whatever to 
him. 


53 


But Tommy’s boasting came to an un- 
timely end. Almost in the midst of it 
they heard a wild bellow, and Brindle 
herself started in their direction, shaking 
her head and plunging frantically. It 
was all so sudden that the children stared 
for a moment, unable to move. Then 
Tommy began to howl as he had never 
howled before, and made a dash for the 
fence at his best speed ; while a shout 
from the grove, accompanied by a series 
of shrieks, proved that the danger had 
been seen from the camp. 

Jimmy’s face was white, and Dorothy 
screamed with terror. 

Run behind that tree ! ” cried Firefly, 
pointing to the nearest one ; but Singing 
Bird stood still in the middle of the path, 
as though she never intended to stir, and 
the frantic cow was getting nearer every 
instant. 


54 ilittle mixiU luVmird 

Jimmy lost no more time. He caught 
the little girl by the arm and half dragged 
her to the tree, pushing her behind it : 
then he rushed for another just in time to 
get out of the way of the plunging animal. 
But Brindle passed them without a look, 
and dashed down amongst some under- 
brush that grew near the brook, where, 
after lashing about for a while, she quietly 
returned to her grazing. 

At that moment the remainder of the 
Indians rushed upon the scene. 

Horsefly ! ” panted King Philip, ad- 
justing his war bonnet. 

Sure ! ” agreed the other chief. 

Are they killed ? ” 

Are they hurt ? ’’ 

“ They must be scared to death ! ’’ 
With a chatter of cries and questions 
the older children crowded around, fishing 
Dorothy from behind her tree and Jimmy 



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a netD mxut 

from his, and looking about for Tommy, 
whose howls assured them that he was 
still alive. 

Here he is ! ” shouted Rex, picking 
the Medicine Man out of the hollow 
where he had tumbled. 

I ’m dead ! I ’m dead ! shrieked 
Tommy. 

“You make a good deal of noise for a 
dead Indian ! ” laughed Earl. 

“ I guess you 'd yell if you was killed,” 
retorted Tommy. 

“ Of course he would,” agreed Frank, 
teasingly. “He never tried it, did 
he?” 

“ Here ’s the little hero ! ” cried Rex, 
dragging forward the bashful Firefly. 
“ Who says he ’s afraid of a cow ? ” 

“You're all right, young Indian!” 
shouted Frank, giving him a friendly clap 
on the shoulder. 


56 Slittle White $wtfi';tn^ 

“ He was brave enough for a chief! ” 
cried Florence, as they all crowded around. 

‘‘ And to think any one should call 
him a coward 1 ” said Clara, glancing 
reproachfully at Earl. 

I take it all back and humbly beg his 
pardon,” said King Philip, snatching off 
his war bonnet. ‘‘ He shall be made a 
chief.” 

There was a shout of approval, and 
Firefly’s eyes glistened. But you ’re 
chief yourself,” he said doubtfully. 

‘‘I’m head chief,” said Earl. “We 
can have other chiefs in the tribe if we 
want to. Come on 1 We’ll make one 
of this brave.” 

They trooped back to the Pequot camp, 
and King Philip commanded the braves 
to meet in the council lodge. 

“ Can’t we come too?” asked Rising Sun. 
“We can play we are braves for a while.” 


67 


a €Met 

All right ! ” agreed the chief. 

So they seated themselves in a circle 
around the edge of the tepee, and King 
Philip produced his council pipe. “ In- 
dians never do anything important without 
smoking,” he said, as he filled the pipe 
with grass from his pouch, which Rising 
Sun had decorated with beads and spears 
of grass. 

They went through the same ceremony 
that White Bear had observed before start- 
ing on the warpath, except that the girls 
giggled a good deal when the pipe came 
to them ; and finally, after it had been 
around the circle a number of times. 
King Philip rose to his feet. 

“This brave,” he said, pointing to Fire- 
fly, “is a mighty warrior. He must have 
a new name. He shall be called Big 
Eagle. He shall be a chief, and have a 
cap trimmed with eagle’s feathers, and he 


58 ItittU ^xxtSiEni 

shall sit next the head chief in the council. 
King Philip has spoken.” 

He sat down gravely, and White Bear 
arose. The mighty chieftain speaks 
truth,” he said. Big Eagle is great 
medicine. He shall be welcome in the 
camp of the Mohawks. He shall have a 
feast of dog meat.” 

This was too much for the other In- 
dians, and White Bear sat down amidst 
shrieks of laughter. 

‘‘ What kind of dog meat ? ” asked 
Frank. Woolly dog ? ” 

‘‘You can laugh if you want to,” said 
Rex, good-naturedly ; “ but the Indians 
call it a mark of special honor to kill 
some of their dogs and offer the meat to 
a friend.” 

“ That ’s so,” laughed Earl. “ Here 
comes Prince. We might take him ! ” 

A chorus of horrified dissent greeted 


59 


a Citief 

this joke as Prince walked into the tepee ; 
and the girls half smothered him with 
caresses. Then King Philip called them 
to order. “ The cap must be brought for 
the new chief/’ he said. “ Will Rising 
Sun prepare it ? ” 

Clara hopped up obediently. If I 
can find the feathers,” she agreed. 

‘‘ There are some in my tepee,” whis- 
pered the chief. 

In a few moments Rising Sun returned, 
bringing a red cap decorated with a huge 
bunch of feathers. 

King Philip took it, and calling upon 
Big Eagle to step forth, he placed it, with 
great solemnity, upon his head, and the 
council broke up. 

But Tommy was a little inclined to 
resent the popularity of the new chief. 

Huh ! ” he said, as they came out of the 
tepee. Jimmy runned, same as I did.” 


60 %ittU mutt Sntfmttd 

‘‘Yes,” said White Bear; “but not 
until Dorothy was safe.” 

“Huh!” repeated Tommy. “I sup- 
posed she would know enough to get out 
of the way. She ’s older than I am.” 

“But you are a brave!” put in Florence. 

“ Well,” persisted the Medicine Man, 
“ I would n’t stand still and be runned over 
by a cow if I wasn’t anything but a girl.” 

The Indians tried to keep from smiling 
as White Bear shook his head gravely. 
“ That ’s all right,” said he. “ But great 
Medicine Men are always brave. I ’m 
afraid your medicine is no good, you 
howl so at everything.” 

Tommy kicked a pebble out of his way 
and settled his cap. “You told me to 
howl,” he retorted. “You said Medicine 
Men had to howl to drive the bad spirits 
away.” 

At this the other Indians broke into 


61 


a €Utt 

laughter. Their merriment grew louder 
as the Medicine Man looked around with 
a challenge in his eye ; but King Philip 
came to the rescue, slapping the resentful 
Tommy on the shoulder. 

“You ’ll do ! ” he said. “Just keep right 
on howling. There is no telling how 
many bad spirits you have driven away 
already. Why, our Medicine Man can’t 
hold a candle to you !” 

There was danger of another division 
in the camp ; but before Freddy could 
voice his grievance, Goliath came gallop- 
ing into the midst of the assembly and 
kicked up his heels in a friendly salute to 
King Philip. Without hesitation, both 
Medicine Men made a rush for the frisky 
little animal, and good feeling was im- 
mediately restored. 


CHAPTER V 


PLAYING POCAHONTAS 

T he Mohawks and Pequots were 
gathered at the camp of the 
former, discussing their next 

move. 

It ’s time we surprised the white vil- 
lage,” said Earl. “ They he having it 
too easy.” 

** Well, why can’t we pitch into them 
now ? ” asked Rex. “ We are all to- 
gether.” 

‘‘ Are we going to take Captain Smith 
prisoner ? ” asked Clara. 

“ Of course,” said Earl. ‘‘ So Poca- 
hontas can save him.” 

“ But I think he ought to come to our 
camp,” said Florence. Should n’t he ? ” 


‘‘ Oh, that won’t make any difference,” 
replied Earl. “ We are not playing just 
like history, you know.” 

The older Indians laughed. 

‘‘We are mixing things up a good 
deal,” said Rex. “ But then, the princi- 
pal thing is to be Indians.” 

“Can we all go?” put in Dorothy. 

“ I suppose so,” answered Earl. 
“There’s more fun that way.” 

“ Have we got to hold a council 
again ? ” inquired Kathie. 

“No; we’ll play we have held it — 
the performance takes so long.” 

Everybody agreed to this, and the ar- 
rangements were quickly made. The 
chiefs gave their people many instructions 
as to how they were to proceed, and 
finally both tribes were formed into line 
and headed toward the white settlement. 

“We’ll follow the brook,” said Rex. 


64 %tttu mMU sntimnfd 

is woody all along that way, and if 
we are careful, we can surprise them/* 
So they went swiftly down through the 
orchard and began their stealthy move- 
ment toward the village of the white 
people. The Mohawks remembered their 
former lesson and did very well indeed. 
Even Tommy crept along as though 
walking on eggs, and Fred forgot himself 
only once. That was when an inquisitive 
red squirrel peeped at them from a sapling 
close at hand, and the Pequot Medicine 
Man dashed out of line with a whoop. 

Catch him ! Catch him, Earl ! *’ he 
shrieked. ‘‘ I want him in a cage ! ** 
There was an answering shout from 
the other Medicine Man, echoed by Big 
Eagle and Black Wolf, all of whom sprang 
toward the sapling, to tumble over one 
another in a heap. But the squirrel had 
whisked his saucy tail and disappeared 


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with the first rush, and King Philip and 
White Bear were giving orders in one 
voice. 

When the unruly Indians were back in 
their places, the chiefs stopped for a little 
lecture. ‘‘You'll never be good Indians 
if you cut up like that,” said Rex. 

“ Besides, you have no right to catch 
animals anyway, and put them in cages,” 
added Earl. “ How would you like to be 
shut up in a cage ? ” 

“ Don't Indians catch squirrels ? ” de- 
manded Black Wolf. 

“ Not unless they want them to eat, or 
want their skins.” 

“ Well, I 'd rather be put in a cage 
than eated, or skinned,” declared Tommy. 

The two parties were soon under way 
again, creeping along more carefully as 
they drew near to their destination. 

“ We ought to walk in the water part 

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of the time, so they could n’t track us,” 
whispered Rex. 

We ’d get our feet wet ! ” objected 
Florence and Clara, in a breath. 

Well, could n’t you take off your 
shoes and stockings ? ” suggested Rex. 
“ We fellows could.” 

‘‘ I don’t think mamma would like to 
have us,” replied Florence. “ Besides, I 
never heard of Indians stopping to take 
off their shoes and stockings when they 
were on the warpath.” 

I guess that ’s right ! ” laughed Earl, 
under his breath. 

“Well, I don’t care. Come on!” 
answered the other chief, joining in the 
smothered laugh. “ But that ’s the way 
to throw them off the trail.” 

At that moment there was a rustle in 
the bushes close at hand, and a stern voice 
called “ Halt 1 ” 


The Indians wheeled quickly, with 
stifled screams from the girls, to find that 
the path was held by a determined band 
of white people, who had quietly stepped 
out from the thick foliage at the side. 

“ What do you want, redskins ? ” de- 
manded the leader, in a terrible voice. 

The Medicine Men fell back, with 
startled eyes, while Shooting Star clung 
to Pocahontas. But all at once Tommy 
stood up very straight. ‘‘ Huh ! he 
scoffed. ‘‘ You ’re just the Smith kids, if 
you do talk so big ! ” 

There was a giggle from both sides ; 
then King Philip stepped forth with 
dignity. The palefaces are no match 
for the Pequots and the Mohawks,” said 
he. “ Hand us your arms and go with 
us quietly, or we will burn your village 
and take you and your women and 
children captive.” 


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‘‘ No, you don’t ! ” declared the leader 
of the white people, stoutly. 

‘‘ It ’s Johnny ! ” whispered Shooting 
Star, in shrill admiration. 

‘‘ Sh ! ” warned Florence. ‘‘ It is Cap- 
tain John Smith, I do believe! ” 

‘‘That ’s who I am,” said Captain Smith, 
making her a jerky bow. 

“ Is she going to save him right 
off?” inquired Singing Bird, in a loud 
whisper. 

“ I thought he had to come to your 
camp to be saved,” put in Maude 
Smith. 

“Well,” cried White Bear, “we are 
going to capture him here and take him 
back with us; then he will be there all 
right. Whoop-ee ! Come on, braves 1 ” 

He brandished his tomahawk and 
rushed forward, followed by King Philip, 
Black Wolf, and Big Eagle ; while the 


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two Medicine Men hopped up and down 
and howled, and the Indian maidens 
looked on from a safe distance. 

The white men, with Captain Smith 
at their head, came forward with a rush, 
and there was a sharp struggle, accom- 
panied by whoops and howls and yells. 

It was hard to tell which side would 
beat until Pocahontas simplified matters 
by calling out, You must let them 
capture you, Johnny, so they can take 
you to our camp and burn you at the 
stake if I don’t save you ! ” 

All right ! ” Captain Smith called 
back ; and in another moment the two 
head chiefs had tied his hands behind his 
back, using long ropes of grass for the 
purpose, and were leading him away in 
triumph. The remainder of the white 
people and Indians ran along after them 
to see what was going to happen next. 


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and all of them were talking at the top 
of their voices. 

In the midst of the commotion King 
Philip suddenly turned. Y ou white people 
mustn't act as though we were friends/' he 
cried. ‘‘ If you want to see the fun, you 
can creep along after us and peep through 
the grapevines on this side of White Bear’s 
camp.” 

Are we going to save him ? ” asked 
Walter Smith, eagerly. 

^‘I guess you’re not!” answered Earl. 

*‘Say ! ” cried Rex. ‘‘Suppose we take 
the rest of them captive, and then they 
can look on easier 1 ” 

‘‘Not much 1 ” retorted Walter. 

“But it would be more fun,” put in 
Clara. “ Then we could all take part.” 

“ I think so, too,” agreed Florence. 

“Well, then,” said Maude, “you can 
take us if you want to. We let you 


|)l£ri>titcr 71 

capture us, anyway, so it won’t make any 
difference.” 

That ’s so,” said Johnny. Come on 
and be prisoners.” 

I don’t care,” said Walter ; and as 
the other Smiths readily agreed, the re- 
mainder of the white people were soon 
bound and led, with the chief prisoner, 
toward the camp of the Mohawks. 

There was much shouting and bragging 
by the way, which some of the captives 
were inclined to resent until Rex said, 
‘‘ Of course we ’re just playing we beat 
you, and Indians always brag, you know.” 

Then Tommy thought it was time to 
act. ‘‘ I could lick you ! ” he scoffed, 
prancing up to the side of the captive 
Walter. 

‘‘You could, eh?” cried the prisoner. 
He gave a sudden jerk to his bonds, and 
they went flying, while the Medicine 


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Man scurried away as fast as his chubby 
legs would carry him, yelling as he went. 

Walter started in pursuit, but King 
Philip grabbed him. ‘‘Hold on, there!” 
he called. “If you’re going to break away, 
we ’ll set you all free in a minute ! ” 

“ I don’t care 1 ” laughed Walter, sub- 
mitting to be tied up again, while the 
bold Tommy capered along at the head 
of the procession. 

After that the chiefs hurried their pris- 
oners forward, the guards. Black Wolf 
and Big Eagle, assisting, and the Medi- 
cine Men getting in everybody’s way as 
much as possible, until they came to the 
Mohawk camp. 

“ Huh 1 Prisoners stay here,” grunted 
White Bear, pointing to a grassy knoll. 
“ Sit down I ” 

Then he held a brief consultation with 
King Philip. “ White men run 1 ” he 


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grunted again. After this the Indians 
were instructed to gather dandelion blos- 
soms, twigs, and weeds, for weapons, and 
when all were ready, the chiefs formed 
their people into two lines facing each 
other. 

Then King Philip gravely led one of 
the white men to the head of the line, 
untied his hands, and explained that he 
was to run between the lines while the 
Indians threw their weapons at him. ‘‘ If 
we were real Indians,” he said, “ they ’d 
be knives and tomahawks and such things, 
and the Indian women take part just as 
much as the men. But if you did n’t get 
killed, or hurt too bad, you could escape. 
Of course you can all get away now, but 
we ’ll play it is in earnest, and the Indians 
always have lots of fun out of it. When 
I say ^ three,’ you must start and run as 
fast as you can ! ” 


74 ilittle mUU Entftenji 

All right ! ” said Walter, who was 
the first one chosen to make a rush for 
his liberty. 

At the signal, he was off like a flash, 
amidst shrieks of laughter, as the two 
lines pelted him with their harmless 
weapons. But the Medicine Men were 
not content with this, and dashed in to 
catch him by the legs as he flew by, so 
that all three came down in a heap. 

“That wasn’t fair!” yelled Walter, 
struggling to free himself. 

“ I caught him 1 ” shrieked Tommy. 

“ You did n’t I I caught him myself! ” 
screamed Freddy. 

King Philip put an end to the disorder 
by pulling off the Medicine Men. 

“ Good runner ! ” he said gravely, as 
Walter sprang to his feet. “He go 
free ! ” 

So, amidst much cheering, Walter was 


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allowed his liberty, his ruffled vanity 
soothed by the praise of the chief. 

You are not supposed to stand around, 
of course, after you get away,” explained 
White Bear ; ‘‘ but we can play you 

have gone. Come on. Will ! And mind, 
you young Indians, you stay in line after 
this. Now all of you gather up your 
stuff and get ready to throw again.” 

The second white man ran as well as 
the first and escaped, covered with leaves, 
while the Indians yelled louder than ever. 
Then White Bear ordered the lines to 
break up, and released the remainder of 
the prisoners, with the exception of Cap- 
tain Smith, telling them that they were 
supposed to have escaped, and held up his 
hand for silence. This paleface,” he 
said, pointing to Johnny, ‘‘ heap bad med- 
icine. We see if his medicine can save 
him ! ” 


76 ^mu mMu siTirtaiT^ 

With this he gave his orders to the 
young braves, who hastened to obey with 
demonstrations of joy, being helped by 
some of the Indian girls also. They 
gathered up all the brush and dead 
branches they could find, and, after a 
whispered consultation between the head 
chiefs. Captain Smith was led to a small 
tree and tied to it. The brush was then 
heaped around his feet, and White Bear 
pretended to kindle a fire, amidst the 
shouts of the other Indians. 

But at that moment Pocahontas, with 
a blood-curdling shriek, rushed forward 
and threw herself upon the heap. Oh, 
don’t kill him ! ” she cried. Don’t kill 
him. I won’t have him burned at the 
stake. Untie him this minute, or I ’ll 
tell my father ! ” 

King Philip snickered, and White Bear 
put his hand over his face, while some of 





\7’OUR prayer shall be granted,* 
he answered solemnly ” 




the other Indians laughed outright, and 
the white people joined them. But the 
Pequot chief immediately drew down his 
face. “Your prayer shall be granted,” 
he answered solemnly. “Arise, maiden, 
and take the prisoner ! ” 

Pocahontas was not to be deceived, 
however. She sprang to her feet and 
demanded to know what they were all 
laughing about. 

“ Laughing ! ” exclaimed King Philip. 
“ Why, you must be asleep ! I ’m as sober 
as a judge.” Then he grinned slowly. 
“ You did it up brown,” he said ; “ but it 
was funny ! ” 

The others shouted, and Pocahontas 
turned haughtily away. “You'd better 
try it yourself,” she said. “I suppose it 
would be fine if you did it ! ” 

“ He could n't hold a candle to you, 
Floss ! " cried Rex. 


78 %ittu mutt Intfiand 

Well, then, you should have had the 
part,” she retorted. ‘‘You seemed to get 
just as much fun out of it as he did ! 

At this there was another shout. 

“ Well, it ’s all funny,” laughed Maude, 
when she could make herself heard. 
“ Powhatan was the one who was going 
to burn Captain Smith, and besides, it was 
all down in Virginia, and the Mohawks 
and Pequots did n’t have anything to do 
with it.” 

“ For that matter,” put in Earl, anxious 
to show off his own knowledge a little, 
“ King Philip was n’t chief of the Pe- 
quots, although he did unite the New 
England tribes for a little fun and get 
killed to pay for it.” 

“ Well, who cares ! ” cried Pocahontas, 
who had forgotten her resentment. “ I ’ve 
saved Captain Smith, and I should think 
you might take off those old ropes.” 


IJlitoitTfl iPtrcaiT0iTtajJ 79 

“That is just the way it strikes me,” 
agreed Captain Smith. “ I am much 
obliged to you. Miss Pocahontas, and I ’ll 
marry you by and by.” 

“Well, I guess you won’t,” Pocahontas 
retorted, shaking back her curls. “ So 
you can go back to your own people as 
quickly as you want to.” 

“ She ’s mad yet because we laughed,” 
put in Frank, slyly. 

“ Pooh ! ” said Clara. “ She is n’t 
either. And we could n’t any of us have 
done it half so well.” 


CHAPTER VI 


CAMP FIRE FUN 

^ ^ UESS what we ’re going to 

■ do ! ” called Dorothy, run- 

ning to meet the Brown 
Indians as they came in sight of the 
Mohawk camp. 

‘‘ What ? ” called the newcomers in 
chorus. 

“ We ’re going to have a camp fire 
right after supper ! All the grown folks 
are to be here — ours and yours and the 
Smith children’s — and we ’ll have the 
most fun you ever saw.” 

^‘That’s great!” shouted Earl, as they 
rushed into the camp. Who got it 
up?” 


Cfcmp Jfivt jTim 81 

‘‘ Uncle Will, of course,” answered 
Rex. 

Everybody talked at once, asking and 
answering questions, and the Medicine 
Men managed to tumble over each other 
and nearly all the rest in their excitement. 

‘‘We must send a messenger to the 
white settlement,” said Florence, after a 
little. 

“ Sure ! ” cried Rex. “ Here, Black 
Wolf, you are chosen to bear an invita- 
tion to our white brothers and their 
women and children and fathers and 
mothers, to visit the camp of the great 
Mohawks at the next setting of the 
sun.” 

“ Shall I take a flag of truce ? ” asked 
Frank. 

“You might be safer. There’s our 
white flag over by the council lodge.” 

“ Come on. Prince ! ” called Frank. 

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82 Eittu mutt IntltaiTjS 

And the next moment they were flying 
away upon their errand. 

That evening was as beautiful as even 
an Indian tribe could wish for. It was 
bright moonlight, which silvered trees 
and brook and grass ; while the air was 
sweet with the fragrance from new-mown 
meadows not far off. 

The two tribes, with the white settle- 
ment and the other visitors, were gathered 
at the Mohawk camp, having been sum- 
moned by the beat of the tom-tom, or 
little drum, each tribe having added one 
of these indispensable instruments to its 
collection. All three villages had been 
inspected, and the grown people expressed 
themselves as very much pleased with 
what they had seen. There were special 
decorations for the occasion, the Mohawk 
camp in particular being bright with all 
sorts of gay trimmings. A large pavilion 


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just beyond the tepees excited a good deal 
of curiosity ; but the crowning triumph 
was a big camp fire in the centre of the 
space surrounded by the lodges. 

Uncle Will was master of ceremonies; 
and he, as well as the children, was gay 
with feathers and war paint. He had put 
on an old hunting suit, that, after it was 
trimmed in proper Indian style, made 
him quite warlike in appearance ; and 
the air was full of excitement and expec- 
tation. 

‘‘ The war dance is first on the pro- 
gramme,” announced Uncle Will. ‘‘You 
old braves and visiting ladies, together 
with the white settlement, can sit around 
at a safe distance from the circle, and we 
redskins will have some fun.” 

“Can’t I play with you?” called Uncle 
Ralph. 

“No; you stay where you are. You 


84 Eittle mftiU IittyiancS 

are only a paleface ; and besides, you ’re 
so big you would step on us.” 

There was a laugh at this, and Uncle 
Will went on with his directions. “The 
Indian women and girls must form an- 
other circle nearer the camp fire. That’s 
it ! Look out for the pappoose ! Here, 
Prince, you stay back ! Now the braves 
must get around in their places. Tommy, 
Jimmy, and Fred, here you are ! The 
head chiefs next to me, then Big Eagle 
and Black Wolf. I will start the war 
song, and the rest of you join in. Any 
old jargon will do, because the Indians 
have so many songs without words.” He 
commenced in true Indian style, and the 
children were quick to take it up. The 
older ones had some idea of what they 
were expected to do, and the younger 
ones soon learned. 

The words used were mostly “ A yah 


Citutp dTun 85 

e ha a yo e yo,” but a great deal of energy 
was put into them, especially after the 
song and dance were well under way, and 
the steps and contortions of the body were 
made, by the older ones at least, in time 
to the movement of the song. As the 
dance progressed, louder and swifter and 
more grotesque it became, and so well 
did Uncle Will lead his young Indians 
that, in their appropriate costumes, with 
their war paint and feathers, and with the 
moonlight and camp fire to aid in the 
transformation, it seemed to those who 
were looking on that they were in a real 
Indian camp and it was a genuine war 
dance that they were witnessing. 

Up leaped the flames, as now and then 
one of the braves or Indian maidens threw 
on more brush. Up leaped the Indians 
in their dance, throwing their arms about 
and jerking their bodies into all sorts of 


86 iitttle mixitt Iwtrt^tiTd 

shapes ; while the war song rose higher 
and higher until it was sometimes a 
shriek. In truth, Tommy shrieked the 
greater part of the time, but everybody 
expected that. 

After a little Uncle Will stood back 
and contented himself with giving direc- 
tions. But the young braves kept it up 
until, at a signal, they dropped upon the 
grass, quite ready to rest for a few 
moments. Tommy had tumbled down 
only two or three times, and he picked 
himself up from the last tumble just as 
the dance came to an end. 

The performance was rewarded with 
cheers, and immediately following it 
Uncle Will and Uncle Ralph brought 
forward two or three bags, and they all 
drew up merrily around the camp fire. 

While the apples and nuts are roast- 
ing, we will have some Indian stories,” 


Crtwp dFire dTuit 87 

said Uncle Will, and he proceeded to call 
on each of the gentlemen present to 
begin ; but one after another said he 
would wait awhile. 

“You’d better start the ball rolling 
yourself, and we will fall in line later,” 
said Uncle Ralph. 

“Just as you say,” replied Uncle Will, 
as he carefully turned an apple and laid 
some chestnuts on the coals. “ I can give 
you one that I have heard my father tell, 
about the time he was taken prisoner out 
in Dakota.” 

“ Let ’s hear it ! Let ’s hear it ! ” cried 
a dozen voices, while the children settled 
themselves in pleased anticipation. 

“ It was when he was a young fellow,” 
said Uncle Will. “He was out with a 
prospecting party, and they had camped 
one night — just such a night as this — 
on the edge of a forest on the banks of a 


88 aiittie mutt siTtrmiTd 

small stream. This might be the very 
place, judging from its looks.’’ 

Tommy edged nearer, and Midget 
climbed into her papa’s lap. 

** They had caught a nice plump bison 
and were roasting the hump for supper, 
just as we are roasting these apples and 
nuts.” Uncle Will paused and looked 
around, then he peered behind him into 
the shadows. 

‘‘Don’t be frightened, children,” 
laughed Mrs. Will. “ He is only trying 
to scare you, and I would n’t let him.” 

“ I ain’t scared ! ” declared Tommy. 
“ I was just cold.” 

“ Yes, it is a pretty frosty night ! ” said 
Uncle Will, wiping the perspiration from 
his forehead, as they laughed at Tommy’s 
remark. “ Anyway, we know that noth- 
ing could scare you. Medicine Man.” 

He paused again to turn some chest- 


€mxp Jfivt dTitn 89 

nuts, and his younger listeners waited 
impatiently. ‘‘ Well, as I was saying,” he 
resumed, ‘‘the bison hump was browned 
to a turn, and the boys were just smacking 
their lips over the feast, v/hen, all of a 
sudden, ‘ Whoop ! ’ came the Indians ! ” 
Uncle Will gave a regular Indian war 
whoop, and sprang up as he yelled, and 
the children sprang up, too, and yelled. 
Then they sat down and laughed. But 
Tommy had howled four times before he 
saw his mistake. 

“ Now, really,” laughed Mrs. Will, 
“ you must n’t do that again ! ” 

Uncle Will was shaking with merri- 
ment, for he was like a great boy himself. 
“ Well, then, I won’t,” he promised. 
“ But they whoop, and what was 
worse, they scared every one of those 
fellows out of a year’s growth ; and they 
all took to their heels, leaving the bison.” 


90 ilittk muu 

Tommy’s eyes were round as saucers. 
^‘Why didn’t they grab it?” he put in 
breathlessly. 

They did n’t have time. As it was, 
one of them lost his hat, and father 
caught his toe, and down he went before 
he could get out of reach. When he was 
on his feet again, the Indians were close at 
hand. ^How?’ said the chief, holding 
out his hand as though he wanted to 
be very friendly. Father did n’t under- 
stand their ways, so he shook hands 
with him, thinking he had struck it 
all right ; but that ’s a funny little way 
the Indians have when they want to 
fool a person, and pretty soon he found 
himself tied to a tree, while the In- 
dians made short work of the bison 
hump, jabbering away amongst them- 
selves, and evidently much pleased over 
something. 


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Father could understand just enough 
to make out that they were joking about 
what they intended to do with him. 
Some of them thought it would be nice 
to burn him alive, others wanted to use 
him as a target to shoot arrows at, etc. 
Naturally, father could n’t see so much 
fun in it as they did, and he thought 
hard. Then, all of a sudden, a trick 
came to his mind.” 

‘‘What was it?” cried half a dozen 
breathless voices, as the story-teller paused. 

Uncle Will turned another apple be- 
fore answering. “ You know the Indians 
never hurt a foolish or insane person,” he 
finally went on. “ They think the Great 
Spirit watches over all such. So he just 
commenced to grin and make faces and 
laugh, as though he thought it as good a 
joke as they did, and was enjoying him- 
self immensely. You ought to have seen 


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those redskins ! The picnic was father’s 

after that.” 

‘‘He must have been very brave to do 
it ! ” whispered Florence, while the other 
girls shivered in delighted terror. 

“ It was his only chance,” said Uncle 
Will. “And sometimes danger sharpens 
a person’s wits. Anyway, they watched 
him for a while, as sober as judges. Then 
they tried talking to him and asking ques- 
tions. But father kept on doing all the 
clown things he could think of, and 
finally they made up their minds that he 
was no good. So they untied him, gave 
him some water to drink, and tried to 
make him eat some of the bison leavings. 
And at last they fixed him up for the 
night and left him for his friends to find 
in the morning, safe and sound, but hungry 
as a bear.” 

There was a clatter of appreciation and 


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applause when the story ended, together 
with considerable discussion of it. Then 
the children called for another. But, as 
the apples were done to a turn, and the 
chestnuts were bursting, everybody was 
busy for a while and the stories had to 
wait. 

Afterwards, while they were popping 
corn. Uncle Ralph was persuaded to tell 
an Indian tale, which proved to be as 
good as the other, and then Mr. Brown 
and Mr. Smith added theirs, and before 
they were through, the children had 
almost forgotten that they were not real 
Indians themselves. 

Between the stories, there was quite a 
little talk of Indian manners and customs 
and tribes, and Singing Bird was requested 
to give them an Indian song which she 
had recently learned. So she stood up in 
the light of the camp lire and sang it very 


94 llittU mftitt SrtlrmiTiJ 

prettily, while Rex beat an accompani- 
ment upon the tom-tom. 

Then Uncle Will produced a peculiar 
Indian whistle, which the boys tried to 
use with laughable failures. But he told 
them that no white person had yet been 
known to have very great success with it, 
although the Indian boys managed to get 
some little music out of the contrivance ; 
and so they did not mind their lack of 
skill, especially as Uncle Will himself 
could not do much better. He also 
showed them a rude instrument, some- 
what like a flute, which he said the 
Indian youths played upon as a serenade 
when courting some dusky maiden ; also 
a rattle, formed of a dried gourd in which 
had been placed a number of small smooth 
stones. 

Later, the sound of the tom-tom sum- 
moned everybody to the pavilion, where 


(Camp dTire dFttit 95 

another form of entertainment had been 
provided. ^‘This is the medicine dance,” 
Uncle Will explained. In real life it 
lasts three or four days, and the braves 
who can hold out to the end are the best 
fellows. That wooden image hung from 
the centre of the lodge and painted white 
on one side and black on the other, is to 
represent the Good Spirit and the Bad 
Spirit. The Indians are supposed to keep 
their eyes fixed on it all the time, and to 
keep tooting through their whistles and 
dancing as long as they can stand.” 

In a few moments all the braves except 
the Medicine Men were in the circle, 
dancing around and around, their eyes 
riveted upon the image suspended from 
the centre of the roof, and every one 
whistling as though his life depended 
upon it. 

After this had continued for some time. 


96 %ittu mmu ittirmiTiS 

Black Wolf dropped down as though ex- 
hausted, and amidst the yells of the Med- 
icine Men and Indian women and girls, 
he was dragged from the circle. He 
pretended to be very much exhausted, 
and the Medicine Men, who had been 
instructed in their parts, began to paint 
streaks upon his face — using some harm- 
less coloring material which the grown 
people had provided. In addition to this, 
the tom-tom was beat above his head, and 
the Medicine Men howled incessantly, 
until he opened his eyes and got up 
slowly. 

Sometimes a number of pails of water 
are required to bring a brave back to life,” 
explained Uncle Will. ^‘And sometimes 
they are too far gone for anything to re- 
store them.” 

As Black Wolf revived, Pocahontas, 
Singing Bird, and Shooting Star rushed 


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forward, begging that he should not be 
sent back into the ring, and offering their 
Medicine Man a number of ponies if he 
would allow the brave to be taken away. 

Tommy nodded his head with a great 
attempt at dignity. ‘‘Yes, he can go,’’ 
said he ; and Black Wolf was led from 
the pavilion in triumph. 

As the play continued, the braves 
dropped out of the dance, one after an- 
other, to be revived by the Medicine 
Men and bought off from further effort 
by their Indian friends, until only King 
Philip was left. He was declared the 
greatest warrior of all, and the medicine 
dance broke up, being pronounced a suc- 
cess by the spectators. 

After a sufficient interval of rest, and 
more apples and pop-corn, the beat of the 
tom-tom announced some new entertain- 
ment, and Uncle Will said that a social 

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98 Iiittu mMU IntrwtT^ 

dance was next on the programme. As 
the people of the white settlement had 
been invited to take part in this recrea- 
tion, they gathered, with the Indians, 
around the edge of the pavilion, all seat- 
ing themselves. 

The beat of the tom-tom grew livelier, 
and was soon accompanied by one of the 
Indian songs without words, which Uncle 
Will started. After a moment of this, 
Florence, in accordance with Indian cus- 
tom, sprang to her feet and danced part 
way around the pavilion alone, using the 
only step known to the Indians — a little 
hop, which was sometimes varied by a 
skip, like that in skipping rope. Then 
she chose Rex to dance with her, and 
soon each selected another partner. In 
this manner the dance went on, until all 
the children were taking part. 

There was a great deal of merriment. 


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and the effect was very pretty, as the 
quaint dresses of the white girls and the 
gay attire of the Indians flashed here and 
there in the light of the camp fire. But 
at last the beat of the tom-tom ceased, 
and all ran back to their former places, to 
be praised again by their visitors. 

The evening ended with a marsh-mal- 
low roast, Just to bring us back to 
civilization,” said Mrs. Will. 

Well, I doiit believe the Indians had 
marsh-mallows,” admitted Uncle Will. 

And I don’t believe they ever had 
such a good time as we have had to- 
night,” said Clara. 

‘‘ Neither do I ! Neither do I ! ” 
cried a dozen voices all in a breath. 


Lore. 


CHAPTER VII 


ADVENTURES OF THE MEDICINE MEN 

« want to cure somebody/’ com- 
I plained the Mohawk Medicine 
M Chief, as he kicked the little 
stones and twigs about at the door of his 
tepee. 

So do I ! ” yelled the Medicine Man 
of the Pequots, who tumbled on the grass 
near by. 

‘‘ Did n’t you cure enough at the med- 
icine dance to last for a day or so ? ” 
asked Rex. 

‘‘ No ! ” shouted the two in an eager 
chorus. 

They ’ve just found out how much 
fun it is,” laughed Earl. 


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The two tribes were together and 
had smoked the peace pipe all around 
in their usual manner, which was with- 
out any smoke at all. The Medicine 
Men had been quarrelling and making 
up as usual. Just now they were on 
friendly terms. 

‘‘ Well, we are a healthy crowd, but I 
suppose some of us really ought to get 
sick, just to please you,” said Rex. 

Why don’t you, then ? ” demanded 
Tommy. 

The words were scarcely out of his 
mouth before Black Wolf commenced 
to double up and writhe about as though 
in great pain. I guess I must be nearly 
dead,” he cried. Do something for me 
quick ! ” 

I ’ll cure him ! ” yelled Freddy, 
starting for the patient. 

You sha’n’t ! ” screamed Tommy, 


102 iitttu mixiu EttirtaiTsS 

jerking him away. He ’s our Indian, 
and this is my tepee.” 

‘‘ I don’t care ! ” shrieked Fred. I 
got hold of him first.” 

‘‘ See here, you fellows ! ” commanded 
Rex. ‘‘Don’t fight about it. Let Tom 
have this one, because it is on his own 
ground, and Frank is a Mohawk. But 
this afternoon we will come over to your 
camp, and I should n’t wonder if some of 
your braves would need doctoring. Then 
Fred can have his chance. What does 
my great brother think ? ” 

King Philip answered gravely. “ I my- 
self feel twinges from that last arrow- 
shot in my foot,” he said, limping about 
and making up faces. “ If this keeps on, 
I shall surely need help.” 

Fred looked at him doubtfully, hardly 
knowing whether it was best to give up 
or not. But finally he had a bright 


tSTfte iMtetruiw Mtn 103 
thought. ‘‘ All right/’ he said, with a 
triumphant look at Tommy; ‘‘I’ve got 
a bigger one to doctor than you have.” 

Tommy was about to resent this; but 
as Black Wolf was seized with a more 
violent attack than ever, the Medicine 
Man began his treatment at once. He 
danced around his patient, making hor- 
rible faces, and swinging his arms wildly, 
all the time howling in a manner that 
ought to have frightened away any num- 
ber of bad spirits, while the other Indians 
shouted with laughter. All except Fred. 
He was as sober as a judge, and watched 
his rival with a critical eye, occasionally 
scoffing at him. 

But with all this effort. Black Wolf 
seemed to be getting worse, and finally he 
begged the two Medicine Men to work 
together, since both were there, and cure 
him all the quicker. 


104 %ittU mXxitt IiTtfmnsJ 

At first Tommy objected, but Rex 
joined in with the patient. It ’s a good 
idea ! ” he cried. All great doctors call 
a council when they have very hard 
cases.” 

That is true ! ” agreed King Philip. 

And the two mighty healers should act 
in harmony.” Then he tried his foot 
soberly. ‘‘ I think your Medicine Man 
has helped my lameness,” he added. 

Probably he drove the bad spirits away 
from me while he was doctoring the 
other patient, and that is why it takes 
longer to cure him. So I shall be glad 
to have our Medicine Chief assist his 
famous brother in this severe case.” 

‘‘ I ain’t his brother ! ” objected Fred. 

And I ain’t his ! ” retorted Tommy. 

“Hold on!” warned Rex. “You 
must save your strength and work to- 
gether to cure this sick Indian. Just 


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look at him now ! Go for him, both of 
you ! It will take two to cure himy 
Black Wolf was rolling on the grass 
and groaning like a small steam engine. 
The Medicine Men stopped glaring at 
each other and stared at their patient for 
a moment; then both made a rush for 
him, bumping their heads together and 
tumbling over him. 

Huh ! Can’t you see where you Ve 
going?” shouted Tommy. 

‘‘ You’d run into — into a steamboat 
yelled Freddy, picking himself up. 

The other Indians shrieked with laugh- 
ter, all but Black Wolf, who groaned louder 
than before. I guess they’ve killed me!” 
he moaned. ‘‘ They both fell on me.” 
Tommy leaned over him anxiously. 

Stick out your tongue,” he commanded. 
‘‘ No, you ain’t dead. If you was dead, 
you would n’t have any tongue.” 


106 %ittu muu 

‘‘Let me cure him!” grunted the 
Pequot Medicine Man, beginning to 
dance and howl. 

“You can't!” yelled the Mohawk 
Medicine Man, jumping about and doing 
his best to drown the noise made by his 
rival. 

Then the two howled and danced 
around their patient, making faces and 
poking him with sticks, rolling him over, 
and occasionally sitting on him, amidst 
the laughter of the spectators, who found 
it impossible to keep sober, as Indians 
should. 

But finally, when the Medicine Men 
were beating both tom-toms over his 
head, and each trying to outdo the other. 
Black Wolf sprang to his feet. “ I ’m 
cured ! ” he shouted. “ If I 'm not, I 'll 
be killed pretty soon ! ” So the Medicine 
Men were called off. 


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“ What can we do next ? ” demanded 
Tommy, who was thoroughly roused to 
action. 

I want to cure some more Indians ! ” 
cried Freddy, looking about for another 
victim. 

Here ! ” commanded White Bear. 
‘‘ You fellows take your weapons and 
go hunt wild cats. We can't hear our- 
selves think when you ’re around ! ” 

So the Medicine Men, armed with 
wooden lances and tomahawks, marched 
proudly off into the grove, in search of 
new adventures. 

Let ’s go down by the brook,” sug- 
gested Tommy, taking the lead. 

‘‘All right,” agreed Fred, trudging 
along after him. 

“ You ’fraid of wild cats ? ” asked 
Tommy, after a little. “I ain’t!” 

“ Guess not 1 ” replied Fred, scornfully. 


108 3littk mfttU KirtJiand 

If one comes along, I ’ll — I ’ll say 
‘ Scat ! ’ ” Tommy declared. 

“ Huh ! ” scoffed Fred. That would 
do a lot of good ! ” 

“ What would you do ? ” inquired 
Tommy. 

Throw my tommyhook at him,” 
replied Fred. 

Maybe he’d dodge ! ” suggested 
Tommy, beginning to hang back as they 
approached the brook, where the under- 
brush grew thicker and great boulders were 
piled up, with crevices amongst them large 
enough to hold a number of wild animals. 

The Pequot Medicine Man began to 
gloat over the timidity of his rival ; and, 
as he was not in the least frightened 
himself so far, he was ready to frighten 
Tommy as much as he could. “I believe 
I can see a wild cat over in the rocks,” he 
said, peering through the trees. 


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‘‘ Let ’s go back ! ” whispered Tommy, 
coming to a sudden stop. 

‘‘What for?” asked Fred. 

“I — I guess we’ve stayed long enough,” 
replied the Mohawk Medicine Man. 

“ You ’re afraid ! ” taunted Fred. 

“I ain’t ! ” denied Tommy. 

“ Then come on. I want to kill the 
wild cat.” 

“ There ain’t any there ! ” quavered 
Tommy. 

“ Don’t you see him wag his tail, down 
beside that rock?” asked Fred, pointing 
as he spoke. 

“No,” said Tommy, staring with round 
eyes, which, however, were almost ready 
to see anything. 

“ Well, I ’m going to look, anyway,” 
announced Fred. “You can stay here if 
you want to.” The Pequot Medicine 
Man started forward boldly, but his im- 


110 3 t(ttle muu SiTtymncS 

agination was lively, and he had man- 
aged to get himself wrought up as well 
as Tommy ; so, when the latter did not 
follow, he went on a little more slowly, 
the creepy feeling along his spine holding 
him back. 

Tommy, however, was afraid to be left 
alone; so, after a little, he followed reluc- 
tantly, looking to right and left as he did 
so, and half expecting some wild beast to 
jump out at him; although, being used to 
the flights of Fred's imagination, as well 
as his own, he did not wholly believe in 
the wild cat. 

‘‘Nothing here but squirrels ! ” scoffed 
Freddy, thrusting his lance into the crev- 
ices of the rocks as he went along, and 
evidently preparing to forget the wild cat. 
“ Might be snakes,' croaked Tommy. 

They had almost reached the brook 
and were in the thickest part of the 



I ''HE next moment both Medicine 
Men were flying back toward 
the camp ” 




SrTte mt^icUxt iWeu 111 

tangle of underbrush and jumble of rocks. 
As Tommy spoke, Fred thrust his lance 
into a crevice between two large boulders ; 
‘‘ Huh ! he said. If there ’s anything 
here, I ’ll drive it out ! ” 

The words were hardly out of his 
mouth before he sprang back with a yell, 
dodging a furry ball that shot from the 
hole, uttering a fierce cry as it came ; 
while at the same instant a huge black 
form leaped over the rock and started in 
pursuit. 

The next moment both Medicine Men 
were flying back toward the camp as fast 
as their legs could carry them, and yelling 
as they went. When they dashed into 
the midst of the startled Indians, breath- 
less and panting, there was a chorus of 
alarm, as the others crowded around 
them. 


^‘What is it, Tommy?” 


112 ilittk mfttu StrDfimT!^ 

‘‘ What ’s the matter, Fred ? 

‘‘ What ails you, kids ? ” 

‘‘We seed it!” wailed Tommy. “It 
almost catched us 1 They both did ! ” 

“ The wild cat! ” yelled Freddy, look- 
ing fearfully over his shoulder. “ It "s 
after us ! And — and I guess a panther ! ” 
“ Bosh ! ” laughed Earl. But he was 
interrupted by a whirl and rush of flying 
forms, a sudden turning at bay, with a 
clawing round ball in the air and a recoil- 
ing black monster before it. 

“ Spitz ! ” “ Yelp ! ” Then Dick and 

Prince stood staring at each other in 
surprise, the cat with his back like a 
camefs hump and looking about twice 
his natural size ; the dog already ashamed 
of his mistake. 

Their coming had been greeted by yells 
and howls from the Medicine Men, while 
the little girls clung to the older ones in 


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terror. But it was over in a moment; 
and there was another moment of startled 
silence. Then Earl and Rex gave a shout 
of laughter that made both Dick and 
Prince jump ; and in another minute the 
remainder of the Indians, with the excep- 
tion of the Medicine Men, were doubled 
up with merriment. 

‘‘ It ’s too funny for anything ! ” cried 
Florence, when she could catch her 
breath. “ But what in the world started 
Prince to chasing Dick ? ” 

It was all a mistake, some way or 
other, was n’t it, old fellow?” cried Rex, 
going up to the dog and patting him on 
the head. Prince turned his mournful 
eyes away from the cat and wagged his 
tail feebly, while Dick began to settle 
down to his natural size and appear- 
ance, even responding partially to Clara’s 
caresses. 


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114 Eittu muu 

“ How did it happen. Medicine Men ? 
asked Rex, looking toward the two, who 
were recovering from their fright. 

“ I poked a wild cat out of a hole in 
the rock,” declared Fred, sturdily, unable, 
or unwilling, to believe that Dick was the 
creature which had frightened him. 

‘‘ And it went ‘ whiz ! ’ right over our 
heads and most scratched us ! ” added 
Tommy, with eager haste. 

“ Then we yelled, and another big 
animal jumped right over the rock at us ! ” 
cried Fred, taking up the story again. 

“I guess it was a bear,” Tommy con- 
cluded, with a doubtful look at Prince, 
who was doing his best to apologize to 
Dick. 

The Indians laughed again. 

I see ! ” said Rex. ‘‘ You scared 
Dick out of his seven senses to start with, 
poking him with your stick; and when 


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you yelled. Prince, who had been looking 
after you, though he was on the other 
side of the rock, thought you were being 
murdered. So he rushed to the rescue 
and chased the first thing he saw that 
could have frightened you. It ’s all right, 
old fellow. Dick will forgive you, and 
you don’t often make mistakes.” 

“ It was enough to upset anybody,” 
said Clara. 

But the Medicine Men clung to their 
belief in the wild cat, and were somewhat 
offended because the other Indians did 
not agree with them. 


CHAPTER VIII 


THE BUFFALO HUNT AND THE SIOUX 

THERE is Sweetbrier?” called 
m/%/ Rising Sun, looking wildly 
▼ ▼ around for the pappoose. 
Where did you put her?’’ asked Kathie, 
running up with excited interest. 

‘‘Why, I hung her on this low branch,” 
explained Rising Sun, pointing to a small 
tree beside which she stood. “ I thought 
the breeze would rock her to sleep.” 

Myrtle turned from arranging a few 
household articles at the door of King 
Philip’s tepee near by, having carefully 
hung the chief’s shield, lance, bow, and 
quiver upon a light post, which was 
placed before the opening for that pur- 
pose. 


€ftt mmt 117 

What ’s the matter ? ” she cried. 
Sweetbrier is gone ! ” was Kathie’s 
anxious reply. ‘‘ Have you seen her 
anywhere ? ” 

Myrtle hastened to join them, with 
so much wonder in her face that the 
question was answered before she spoke. 

I have n’t seen her since you hung her 
up,” she said, looking sympathetically at 
Rising Sun. 

“ Lost the pappoose ? ” inquired Earl, 
advancing from the council lodge. 

Clara turned on him suspiciously. 
‘‘ Have you hid her ? ” she asked. But 
the chief’s face was sincere. 

^‘No!” he denied. ‘H saw her basking 
in the sun and breeze as she swung from 
the branch ; and that was the last of her, 
as far as I am concerned. Where are the 
youngsters ? ” 

But Jimmy and Fred were plainly not 


118 %ittU mMU 

guilty, and Prince had not been seen in 
camp that morning. Yet, after the most 
thorough search, no Sweetbrier could be 
found. 

Rising Sun was in despair, and her grief 
was shared by the Indian girls ; but Earl 
took a cheerful view of the situation. 
‘‘She’ll come to light after a while,” he 
said. “ Maybe one of the Mohawks has 
sneaked in and taken her.” 

“ I don’t see how they could,” objected 
Rising Sun, a little cheered, however, by 
the thought that the pappoose might be 
returned. 

“ Well, you want to howl the way 
real Indian women would,” advised Earl. 
“They ’re great at making a racket when 
they want to show their grief.” 

With this encouragement. Rising Sun 
and her maidens began to lament in the 
Indian fashion, pretending to tear their 


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hair, and howling as hard as they could 
without laughing. They sat around the 
tree in a circle, engaged in this pastime, 
when the Mohawk braves appeared. 

^‘What’s up?’' shouted Rex. Then he 
remembered that he was a great chief, and 
asked gravely, “ Why do the women 
lament ? ” 

Myrtle and Kathie giggled behind 
their shawls, but Rising Sun appeared 
to be wrapped in grief. She scarcely 
glanced at the newcomers, although their 
appearance was remarkable. Rex was 
mounted on Humpty Dumpty, and car- 
ried a large roll of something behind him. 
Black Wolf and Tommy each rode a gal- 
lant charger composed of a tree branch, 
and all three were armed with bows and 
arrows and lances. 

King Philip stood with folded arms 
at the door of his tepee. “ Surely my 


120 

brothers are not on the warpath ? ” he 
said. 

‘‘No/’ answered White Bear; “the 
tread of many thousands of buffaloes is 
in our ears, and we go to seek meat for 
our camp, and skins for our women to 
prepare. Will the Pequots join us ? ” 

“ My young men shall prepare for the 
start,” answered King Philip, directing 
Jimmy and Fred to go out into the pas- 
ture and get Goliath. “ I see him now,” 
he added, “ under that large maple to 
the left.” 

“ What has he got around his neck ? ” 
asked Rex, whose position gave him a 
rather better view. “Have you been 
putting a yoke on him ? ” 

Rising Sun paused in her lamentations 
and sprang to her feet, craning her neck 
in the direction of the pasture, while the 
Indian maidens followed her example. 


ttftt asuttalo 121 

At the same moment Goliath, hearing 
his name called by the advancing Indians, 
turned and lifted his head, swinging some- 
thing before him. 

It ’s Sweetbrier ! ” screamed Rising 
Sun, starting off toward the donkey as 
fast as she could run, with Humming 
Bird and Sweet Clover following at their 
best speed. 

There was a shout from Jimmy and 
Fred, and they came back, leading the 
submissive Goliath, from whose neck 
hung the missing pappoose, evidently safe 
and sound. At every step the cradle 
flapped against his legs and chest, and he 
did not seem pleased with his burden ; 
but the spectators stood still and laughed 
until the tears rolled down their cheeks. 

How did he get out of the pasture 
and back again without your knowing it .? ” 
asked Rex, as soon as he could speak. 


122 JLittU mXxtU 

Why, there is a little hole in the 
wall, you know, that we sometimes go 
through ourselves, and he can squeeze 
through that. I suppose he came into 
the camp when we were in the tepees, 
and managed to get that strap around his 
neck before he knew it. He ’s always 
poking his nose into things. But we 
thought some of your people had been 
sneaking around.’’ 

The group of Indians advanced to 
meet Goliath and his guards, and Rising 
Sun rushed forward to rescue her pap- 
poose. The Indian girls were close 
behind her, and all three were kissing the 
Indian baby, and talking to it, as the 
party returned to camp. 

‘‘ She is n’t hurt a bit ! ” declared Ris- 
ing Sun, joyfully. 

Of course not,” said King Philip. 

She just had a nice little ride.” 


®:iTe aSuff^tlrr l^uut 123 

The Pequot preparations for the hunt 
were soon made, and the hunting party- 
started off. King Philip mounted upon 
Goliath, with his braves following on 
horses like those of White Bear’s follow- 
ers ; while all of them were armed with 
bows and arrows and lances, like their 
Indian brothers. 

They chose for their exploits a large 
field joining the pasture, and were soon 
circling about, here and there, bending 
their heads to listen, pausing, and again 
riding about, following the directions of 
their leaders, until suddenly White Bear 
drew rein and motioned for his compan- 
ions to join him. ‘‘ It is the tread of 
the buffalo,” he said, as they came up. 
‘‘White Bear hears the tramp of many 
thousands.” 

“ Huh ! ” scoffed Tommy. “ It ’s only 
the cars ! ” 


124 mixitt 

“I heard them toot!'’ added Fred; 
for the small boys were ready to deride 
everybody's imagination but their own. 

Maybe it 's a wild cat," teased Black 
Wolf. The Medicine Men glowered at 
him ; but at that moment White Bear 
raised his voice. 

The drove is coming," he cried. 

See the dust I They paw up the earth 
before them. We are in their path, and 
we must divide the column, or we shall 
be crushed 1 " 

He threw himself from his horse, and 
King Philip quickly followed. Then, 
leaving the animals in charge of Big 
Eagle and Black Wolf, the chiefs ad- 
vanced up the field a few yards and 
paused, with arms outspread, yelling with 
all their might. 

It seemed so real, and the other Indians 
appeared to believe in it so entirely, that 


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the Medicine Men were impressed, in 
spite of themselves, and they stared with 
round eyes, getting ready to be frightened. 

In a few moments the two chiefs re- 
turned, mounted their horses again, and 
prepared for further action. There they 
go ! ” shouted White Bear. ‘‘The column 
has divided, and we will attack the left 
side. Come on, braves ! ” He gave a 
whoop as he swept forward, followed by 
King Philip, Black Wolf, and Big Eagle, 
also whooping, while the Medicine Men 
watched them anxiously. 

Rex darted ahead upon Humpty 
Dumpty, and shot an arrow into a clump 
of bushes. Then Black Wolf dashed to 
his side and drove his lance into the 
clump, as though it were a live creature 
attacking his chief. “ There ! ” he grunted. 
“ Try to trample me, will you ? ” 

King Philip was engaged with another 


126 ilittU mftiU 

clump not far away, and seemed to be hav- 
ing a desperate time with it, so Big Eagle 
flew to his assistance, and soon another 
buffalo was supposed to be conquered. 

The Medicine Men gradually edged 
nearer, but they would not take part in 
the hunt. The reason was soon explained 
to the other Indians. Huh ! ” they 
heard Tommy remark. ‘‘We saw a cat, 
anyway, when we said we did. It was n’t 
just a clump of bushes! ” 

But the hunters were happy, and they 
despatched many buffaloes, according to 
White Bear, before they made their ar- 
rangements for returning. When the time 
came, however, Rex unrolled the bundle 
that was strapped behind him, and Earl 
also produced one of the same kind. 
They proved to be two old buffalo robes, 
which the boys proceeded to arrange so 
that they would have as much resem- 


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blance as possible to the animals they 
were to represent ; after which they at- 
tached them to their steeds and, mounting 
again, started homeward, dragging their 
game behind them. 

They were received at the Pequot camp 
with many demonstrations of joy, and the 
Indian women immediately set about their 
work of preparing the buffalo meat and 
skin, entering into the play as eagerly as 
the braves had done. They pretended to 
cut up the buffalo, or bison, as it should 
be called, and to hang up the meat to dry. 
Then they stretched the skin, the hairy 
side down, upon the ground, pinning it 
around the edges with wooden pegs to 
hold it firmly in place, the boys having 
previously cut little slits for the pegs to 
pass through. After this they went to 
work with small chisels to represent the 
implements used by the Indian women in 


128 SLittle muu 

clipping down the skin until it is of the 
required thickness, rolling it, as they went 
along, with pieces of wood, which were 
supposed to be bone, and pretending to 
soften it with buffalo brains. 

The Mohawk braves watched this pro- 
ceeding for a time, then they hurried off 
to their own camp, where their women 
went through the same operation, making 
a great show of work as they did so. 

‘‘ The next time that you shoot a deer 
Pocahontas will make you a beautiful suit 
of the skin,” said the Indian maiden, as 
Rex stood with folded arms, trying to 
look as dignified as he thought a great 
chief ought to. She will roll it as thin 
and fine as silk, and trim it with beads 
and porcupine quills. But t/iis robe shall 
be painted to tell of your great deeds. It 
shall be the envy of all who look upon 
the mighty chief of the Mohawks.” 


Jtftc ISuffalu 129 

‘‘ Pocahontas does well,” said White 
Bear, solemnly. Then he laughed. ‘‘The 
wives of the braves usually do that sort of 
thing, don’t they ? ” he said. “But I 
guess it won’t make any difference.” 

Black Wolf broke into the conversation 
with a shout. “ Where is the Medicine 
Man ? ” he asked, rushing up from the 
lower end of the camp. “ I can’t find 
him anywhere ! ” 

The other Indians stared at him, and 
then at one another. “ Why, did n’t he 
stay with the Pequots?” asked Pocahontas, 
anxiously. 

“ I don’t remember seeing either Tom 
or Fred since we left the field,” admitted 
White Bear, reluctantly. 

“ Neither do I,” said Black Wolf. 

Pocahontas rose quickly. “ Somebody 
must go and find him,” she said. “Where 
is Prince ? ” 


130 itittxe mMU 

“ He went off with Uncle Will/’ said 
Rex. Black Wolf must scout for the 
missing Medicine Chief. He may have 
fallen into the hands of some of our ene- 
mies far outnumbering him. Go ! ” 

Black Wolf darted away almost before 
he had finished speaking. At the Pequot 
camp he stopped only long enough to ask 
if Fred had returned. 

^^No,” said Earl. He is over in the 
field with Tom and Goliath. They said 
they would be back pretty soon. I sup- 
posed your people knew where they were.” 

We did n’t ! ” answered Frank over 
his shoulder, as he ran on. “ I was sent 
to look up our Medicine Chief.” 

He found the two on the farther side 
of a little clump of bushes, sitting before 
a curious structure which was about the 
size of a large dog kennel. 

What have you got there ? ” cried 


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Black Wolf, too much surprised to think 
of anything but what he saw before him. 

‘‘It’s awicky-up,” said Tommy, proudly. 
“Same ’s papa told about the other night.” 

“ But what are you doing with a wicky- 
up?” asked Black Wolf. “The Indians 
only make them when they are going to be 
out a night or two away from the tepees.” 

“Well, that’s what we expect to do,” 
replied Fred, mysteriously. 

“Indians never sleep without something 
over their heads,” put in Tommy, still air- 
ing his knowledge. “Papa said that, too.” 

“ Of course ! ” agreed Black Wolf, ex- 
amining the structure. “Well, you did 
pretty well.” 

The Medicine Men eyed thek work 
with evident pride. The wicky-up was 
made of brush, just large enough for the 
two to crawl into and lie down ; and over 
it were spread both their blankets. 


132 ilittXe mftiu 

‘‘ But what are you going to stay away 
from your own camps for ? ’’ asked Black 
Wolf, seeing that there was a mystery in 
the air. 

We ’re scouting for a Mohawk,” re- 
plied Tommy, firmly. 

‘‘ Scouting for a Mohawk ! ” repeated 
Black Wolf. “Why, you are a Mohawk 
yourself, and the Pequots are friendly to 
us ; so why should either of you be out 
on such business ? ” 

“I am not a Mohawk just now,” ex- 
plained Tommy, with dignity. “I’m a 
great Sioux chief, and so is Fred.” 

Black Wolf looked puzzled. Then 
he threw back his head and laughed. 
“Going to hunt wild cats again.?” he 
asked. 

As quick as a flash the Sioux warriors 
were at him, whooping as they came. 
They caught him around the knees at the 


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same instant, and he went down before 
he knew what had happened. 

Let me up, you rascals ! ” he laughed. 
But both the warriors were sitting on him, 
and both were whooping as though they 
were a whole tribe. He had scarcely 
caught his breath when Fred snatched off 
his medicine bag and, with another war 
whoop, dashed away. 

The prostrate Mohawk cast aside his 
other assailant in a hurry and sprang to 
his feet, calling upon the whooping Sioux 
to stop. But Fred had mounted Goliath, 
and the two were making good time across 
the field. 

The disconsolate Mohawk started in 
pursuit, leaving the other Sioux whoop- 
ing and dancing behind him. But his 
mounted enemy soon disappeared in the 
thicket, and after quite a chase Black 
Wolf waited, with what dignity he could, 


134 kittle muu 
to see what would come next. He was 
rewarded, in due time, by the return of 
the strange Sioux, who, however, took 
good care to keep at a safe distance. 

Give me my medicine bag ! ’’ shouted 
the Mohawk. 

Can’t ! ” replied the Sioux. 

Yes, you can ! Hand it over ! ” 

Have n’t got it,” answered the Sioux, 
preparing for flight as Black Wolf ad- 
vanced. 

Where did you put it, then ? ” de- 
manded the Mohawk. 

In the brook ! ” giggled the Sioux 
warrior, as he dug his heels into Goliath’s 
sides and darted off, sending back a war 
whoop that made the echoes ring, while 
the other Sioux also dashed off toward 
the Pequot camp, whooping with all 
his might. 

Black Wolf answered with a loud chal- 


JCftt 3Buffal0 l^unt 135 

lenge, and shook his tomahawk when he 
saw the Sioux horseman turn his head. 
Then he observed that Tommy’s flight 
was not without fear, when he found that 
he was soon to be left to the enemy, for 
as his comrade swept past, his whoop 
changed to repeated calls upon the other 
Sioux to stop and take him up. At this, 
the wrath of the Mohawk brave changed 
to mirth. 

He knew that there was little use in 
looking for his lost medicine bag, for at 
that part of its course the brook was quite 
deep and swift ; he walked down to it, 
however, and made a diligent search. 
After this was over and had proved use- 
less, he stood on the bank, trying to think 
out some other way of recovering his 
reputation amongst the braves. 

As his eyes roamed up and down the 
bank, they were suddenly attracted to a 


136 %ittU mMU Intrtffird 

small object that lay almost at his feet, 
and he stooped to pick it up. It proved 
to be a little bag, wrought with beads and 
having a bright bow at the top. Black 
Wolf stared at it a moment, then he gave 
a war whoop which could have been heard 
almost as far as the Pequot camp. 

‘‘Fred’s medicine bag!” he shouted, 
waving it in the air. “ He must have 
lost it off when he was throwing mine 
into the brook, and never noticed that 
it was gone I ” 

The Mohawk brave laughed until his 
sides ached. Then he attached the bag 
to his blouse and made good time back to 
the Pequot camp. Here both tribes were 
assembled, and the Medicine Men were 
loudly bragging of their achievement. 

“There he is I ” shouted Fred, as soon 
as the missing Mohawk came in sight. 
“He laughed at us about the wild cat, 


Srite aSttffalu l^uwt 137 

and we played we were Sioux chiefs, and 
I took his medicine bag away from him 
and throwed it in the brook. He ain’t a 
brave any more, is he?” 

‘‘Huh!” added Tommy, as he fol- 
lowed Fred’s example and placed him- 
self in a guarded position. “ Huh 1 He 
could n’t do a thing with us.” 

There was a general laugh as Black 
Wolf came up, but the chief of the Mo- 
hawks rose with dignity. “ Has White 
Bear heard aright ? ” he asked. “ Has a 
brave of his tribe been conquered by our 
enemies, the Sioux ? Has he lost his 
medicine bag, and yet does he dare to 
walk into the camp of our brothers, the 
Pequots, as though he were still worthy 
to go upon the warpath?” 

Black Wolf strode forward and stopped 
before his chief. Then he slowly drew 
aside a fold of his hunting shirt and dis- 


138 iiittu mMtt 

played the new medicine bag. White 
Bear is a mighty chieftain,” he said, 
and he will have none but brave men in 
his tribe. I was set upon by two chiefs 
of the Sioux while scouting alone, and 
my medicine bag was taken from me, but 
I slew the greatest of the chiefs, and this 
is his medicine bag which I now wear.” 

Freddy had commenced to stare with 
open mouth and eyes as Black Wolf be- 
gan, and he caught sight of his own 
property. Then he hurriedly searched 
for the lost treasure, and when he found 
that it was really gone, he set up a howl 
equal to the loudest of which Tommy 
was capable, and rushed for his enemy. 
It ’s my medicine bag ! ” he shrieked. 
Give it back to me ! ” 

But White Bear held him off calmly. 
‘‘ Are not you the Medicine Man of the 
Pequots ?” he asked. 


aSttffal0 ^xint 139 
Yes, I am ! ” yelled Fred. ‘‘ And I 
say that ’s my medicine bag. Clara made 
it for me ! ” 

Everybody was laughing, but White 
Bear went on gravely. ‘‘ My great 
brother must be mistaken,’’ he said. ‘‘ It 
was a Sioux warrior to whom this med- 
icine bag belonged. He has been slain, 
and the young brave of my tribe has 
regained his lost station by capturing it. 
Surely, no Sioux warriors are here. Why 
should the Medicine Chief of the Pe- 
quots lament over the loss of an enemy ? ” 
Then King Philip rose to his feet. 

White Bear’s words are full of wisdom,” 
he said. ‘‘ And since it was a Sioux war- 
rior who lost this medicine bag, why 
should our tribe feel shame ? Will our 
Medicine Chief be seated that we may go 
on with the council of peace ? ” 

Freddy looked doubtful, but Clara 


140 %ittU Mfttte Sulfmntf 

turned the tide by whispering in his ear. 
Never mind ! I ’ll make you a prettier 
one to-morrow.” So, with a triumphant 
look at his adversary, he went back to his 
place, and the two tribes calmly pro- 
ceeded to smoke the pipe of peace. 


CHAPTER IX 


PLENTY OF MISCHIEF 

T he braves of both tribes were 
off on a deer hunt, their head 
chiefs mounted on Humpty 
Dumpty and Goliath. They had chosen 
a rather hilly field at the head of the 
Smith pasture, and after quite an exciting 
chase in pursuit of imaginary game. 
White Bear and King Philip had left 
their steeds in care of the Medicine 
Men while they pretended to follow a 
fine stag up the narrow path of a hillside. 

When the Medicine Men found them- 
selves alone, they immediately set about 
hunting for mischief, and Fred was not 
slow in finding it. ^‘You ain’t any 


142 3ltttXe Wtftite 

brave ! ” he scoffed at Tommy. You 
can’t ride a pony ! ” 

Tommy began to bridle. Well,” he 
said, I guess I can learn.” 

I ’ll show you how,” Fred offered. 
‘‘ It ain’t anything at all.” Fred himself 
could ride any of his father’s horses, but 
Tommy had been brought up in town, 
and was timid, even with Humpty 
Dumpty. 

“How you going to show me?” he 
asked doubtfully. 

Fred’s eyes began to sparkle. “ Why, 
don’t you know what your papa said ? ” 
he inquired. “ The Indians tie little boys 
on the horses’ backs and then let them 
go. That ’s the way to do it. They can’t 
fall off, and it ’s lots of fun.” 

“Did you learn that way?” Tommy 
asked suspiciously. 

“ I did n’t have to learn,” answered 


pUiTtfi irf 143 

Fred, with a good deal of importance. 

I always could ride.” 

I guess you could n’t when you was a 
baby ! ” scoffed Tommy. 

Huh, anybody could n’t !” said Fred. 

But I ’d be awfully ashamed if I 
could n’t now.” 

Tommy began to swagger. “I don’t 
care ! ” he retorted. But the words of 
the other had taken effect. ‘‘You hain’t 
got anything to tie me with,” he added, 
after a moment. 

Fred pulled a piece of sheep twine out 
of his pocket. “ This is all right,” he 
declared. 

Tommy edged off again, still hesitat- 
ing. “Maybe it wouldn’t hold me,” 
he objected. 

“ Huh ! ” scoffed Fred. “ You ’re a 
squaw-man. You ain’t any Medicine 
Man.” 


144 llittle mftiU 

That was too much for Tommy. I 
ain’t a squaw-man ! ” he protested. ‘‘ Of 
course I ’m going to do it.” So forthwith 
he allowed Fred to lead Humpty Dumpty 
up to a stump so that he could mount ; 
after which the Pequot Medicine Man 
tied his brother Indian’s feet together 
with the twine, put the bridle in his 
hand, and declared that he was ready to 
race. 

‘‘But I don’t want to race— not yet!’' 
cried Tommy, in fresh alarm. 

“That’s the way to learn,” replied 
Fred, wisely. “ I ’ll get on Goliath, and 
we’ll ride over and surprise the white 
village.” 

Tommy’s fears got the better of his 
pride once more. “ Rex may want 
Humpty Dumpty,” he suggested. “ I 
guess I ’d better get down and we can 
do it some other time.” 


Pentfi 0f 145 

But Fred only giggled. ‘‘We’ll fool 
the other boys,” he said. “ Come on ! ” 
He had mounted Goliath as he spoke, 
and now he dug his moccasined heels 
into the donkey’s sides and gave Humpty 
Dumpty a smart slap in passing, so the 
next minute both the Medicine Men were 
off down the field. 

Meantime, the Indian girls of both 
tribes were busily working and playing 
at the camp of the Mohawks. The 
older ones were stringing small pieces of 
shells for wampum, the smaller ones were 
playing with their dolls. 

‘‘I’m going over to the store as soon 
as I finish this string,” said Florence. 

“ What are you going to get ? ” asked 
Dorothy, eagerly, looking up from the 
doll’s cradle which she was making. 

“ Oh, some more bracelets, I guess,” 

laughed Florence. “ I ’ve only got four.” 

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146 iltttu mutt 

‘‘How many more do you want? ’’asked 
Clara, also laughing. 

“ Why, Indian girls wear all they can 
get, don’t they ? ” said Florence. “ I ’ve 
got two bead ones and two of shells, and 
now I want some of those funny brass 
ones that Johnny brought from town.” 

“I believe I’ll get some too,” said 
Clara. 

When they were ready, the girls went 
over to the white settlement to trade their 
wampum and bead work for the things 
that they wanted. The store which Flor- 
ence had spoken of was composed of a 
wooden shelf resting upon two pieces of 
rock to form a counter, and covered by a 
brush roof. Upon this counter were ar- 
ranged various Indian ornaments, together 
with apples, peanuts, pop-corn, and cook- 
ies. The children had all contributed to 
this assortment, the last addition being the 


Peitta (ft 147 

bracelets which Johnny had purchased in 
the city. 

The boys were up at the barn, at work 
on something, Maude explained mysteri- 
ously. But after Pocahontas and Clara 
had exchanged some wampum chains for 
the bracelets, and the little girls had bought 
pop-corn and peanuts with more wampum, 
the white people and their Indian visitors 
sat down on the grass and talked about 
the doll-children of the different villages. 
Rising Sun had brought Sweetbrier, while 
Maude and Bertha Smith, with the help 
of their cousin May, carefully looked after 
the comfort of three dolls, one of which 
was even larger than the pappoose. The 
little Indian girls, together with Jennie 
Smith, were busy with their own dolls, 
and were also making tiny tepees, in imi- 
tation of the large ones. 

In the midst of this. Tommy’s well- 


148 3i(ttk mixitt Sntyiarrd 

known howl, accompanied by a series of 
whoops in Fred’s voice and the patter of 
ponies’ feet, caused them to spring up in 
alarm ; and they stood perfectly still for 
a moment, too startled to do anything 
but stare. 

There was good reason for their fright. 
Down the pasture at a breakneck gait 
came Goliath, with Fred on his back, 
whooping and performing all sorts of 
tricks as he came, sometimes half off 
the donkey’s back, sometimes riding face 
backward, but always yelling at the top 
of his voice and enjoying himself im- 
mensely. 

So far nothing unusual was happening. 
But following these two raced Humpty 
Dumpty, evidently having as much fun 
as the other steed and his rider, and never 
dreaming that Tommy’s yells were those 
of fear. Tommy, however, was clinging 



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to his mane with all his might, his cap 
gone, and his hair, blown by the breeze, 
seeming to stand on end with terror. 

At last Florence found her voice and 
started to rush forward. “He ’ll fall off! ” 
she cried. “ He ’ll surely fall ! ” 

The others followed her in confusion. 

“ Stop him. Tommy 1 Stop him I ” 
shrieked Florence. But Tommy only 
yelled the harder, which Humpty 
Dumpty took as a signal to go faster. 

“ He can’t fall ! ” yelled Fred, as he 
swept toward them. “He’s tied on!” 
With this he turned and dashed back in 
the direction from which he had come, 
Humpty Dumpty gayly imitating him, 
and the girls racing and shouting behind. 

Then they saw that the Mohawk 
Medicine Man had his feet fastened to- 
gether beneath the pony. But the next 
moment the cord gave way, and poor 


150 ilittle mutt 

Tommy began to flop around helplessly, 
howling louder than ever. 

“ He ’ll be killed ! ” shrieked Florence, 
stopping to wring her hands helplessly. 

She had scarcely spoken when, above 
all the clatter, they heard a loud ‘‘Whoa! 
Whoa, there, Humpty Dumpty 1 ” The 
pony came to a stop just in time to roll 
the Medicine Man into a little clump of 
willow bushes, where he lay howling until 
the Mohawk and Pequot braves dashed 
out of the grove, preceded by Prince, 
who was soon barking his sympathy and 
encouragement to the fallen Tommy, and 
evidently trying to help him. 

The girls and the braves came up to- 
gether ; but the Pequot Medicine Man 
kept on the outskirts of the party, pre- 
pared to fly if necessary, and Tommy lay 
and kicked until Rex managed to get 
hold of him and set him on his feet, - 


PtiTta at 151 

“ You’re not hurt! ” cried White Bear. 
“ What were you up to, anyway, running 
away with your chief’s horse and trying 
to ride in that fashion ? ” 

Tommy cast a resentful look at the 
Pequot Medicine Man, who was giggling 
at a safe distance. Fred made me ! ” 
he howled. ‘‘He said I couldn’t fall 
off, and that it was lots of fun ! ” 

Freddy stopped laughing in order to 
defend himself. “ I was showing him 
how to ride,” he shouted. “ I tied him 
on. That’s the way they do with 
Indian boys, and he said I should.” 

Tommy howled afresh. “He told me 
I couldn’t fall off! ” he repeated. 

Then Fred chimed in again. “The 
rope broke,” he yelled. “That’s what 
made him fall.” 

The Indian braves began to laugh, 
but Florence and Clara were very grave. 


152 ^little muu Sntfmnd 
‘‘He might have slipped and been 
dragged,” said the latter ; “ and that 

would have been worse than falling 
off.” 

“ He could hang on, same ’s I do ! ” 
retorted Fred. 

The chiefs stopped laughing. 

“You don’t know how to tie him on 
the way the Indians do,” said King Philip. 
“ He might have been hurt, and then 
the Mohawks would have had a right 
to thrash you.” 

Fred grew serious. He had been 
gradually sidling up to the group, with 
one hand in his pocket. As he drew 
near he withdrew it quickly, and threw 
something at the feet of the ‘wrathful 
Tommy. “He can have my mouse,” 
said he, in a burst of penitence. 

The mouse was a toy which the Mo- 
hawk Medicine Man had long coveted. 


PmtB at i#r(?cTtie£ 153 

It wound up with a spring and would 
run for some time while the young In- 
dians shot arrows at it. It had even 
deceived Dick and Prince ; so it was a 
peace-offering not to be despised. 

But an Indian is supposed to take 
things calmly. Tommy made a dive for 
the mouse and thrust it into his pocket, 
as though he thought his enemy might 
change his mind. Then he cast a side 
glance at Fred. Come on, and let’s 
play it is a deer,” he suggested. 

All right ! ” agreed Fred, jumping at 
the offer. 

The other children laughed at this, 
and then, after cautioning the little boys 
never to try such an experiment again as 
they had that afternoon, all returned to 
Captain Smith’s village. 

The braves were bargaining for some 
cookies at the store, when a shout from 


154 Eittk mixite 
the brook caused everybody to look 
quickly that way. Then the shout was 
echoed by a dozen voices. Johnny was 
just paddling up to the shore in a bark 
canoe that was a very good imitation 
of those made by the Indians. 

‘‘Where did you get it?” cried Earl, 
dashing down to the water, closely fol- 
lowed by the rest of the party. 

“Made it,” answered Johnny, paddling 
around to show off his work. It was well 
known that he was handy with tools, but 
this was something remarkable. 

“You ought to be an Indian!” cried 
Rex, examining the canoe admiringly. 

“That’s so!” agreed Earl. “We’ll 
have to kidnap you, I guess.” 

Johnny laughed. “ Maybe I ’ll save 
you the trouble,” he said. 

The two head chiefs were allowed to 
try the canoe, and everybody praised it 


PeiTtB 0f MiQtMtt 155 

until even the builder was satisfied. But 
the Medicine Men were displeased be- 
cause they were not permitted to paddle 
around in it, and while the others were 
still eagerly discussing the addition to 
their treasures, the grumblers disappeared. 

A little later, loud whoops from farther 
up the stream announced that something 
new was coming, and the whole party 
were astonished to see two Indian braves 
drifting down the current in a grocery 
box. They had some narrow boards for 
paddles, and were pushing their craft to 
make it go faster, as the brook at that 
place was shallow and slow in its course. 

There was no danger of anything but 
a wetting unless they went farther down ; 
but the unruly Indians paid no attention 
to the calls of their chiefs, or any one 
else, and it was soon evident that they 
were getting toward deeper water. 


156 llittle mMU 

Florence and Clara shrieked to them, 
and Rex and Earl shouted. The Medi- 
cine Men, however, were bent upon 
crowding all the mischief possible into 
one day; and they kept on down stream, 
laughing and whooping so that they 
could not hear what was said to them. 

Then Fred carefully rose to his feet 
and swept his free arm through the air 
in a triumphant gesture. Tommy at- 
tempted to follow his example, but, as 
usual, he lost his balance, and over he 
went, pulling the box with him, and 
spilling the disgusted Fred, as well as 
himself, into the brook. 

The water was just deep enough to 
wet them thoroughly, and they got to 
their feet, dripping and sputtering, and 
yelling for the other Indians to come and 
take them out. 

But the head chiefs thought it was 


at 157 

time to teach their rebellious Medicine 
Men a lesson ; so they called back the 
anxious Prince, who had immediately 
plunged into the water to save his play- 
mates, and also shouted to Johnny before 
he could pull up beside the dripping 
braves. 

“Come back, John!” cried Earl, as 
they all shrieked with laughter, now that 
the danger was past. “ They ’re as wet 
as they can be, and they could n’t drown 
there if they tried.” 

“ That ’s right 1 ” Rex echoed. “ And 
they must learn to obey their chiefs, or 
some day they will get hurt.” 

So the two tribes, with their white 
friends, waited for the wrathful Indians 
to wade ashore, which they did with much 
splashing of water and a great show of 
difficulty. 

As soon as he set his feet on dry land. 


158 itittU mftitt 3£nlf(an^ 

Fred caught sight of his mouse lying on 
the ground not far away, and he rushed 
for it and pocketed it, before Tommy 
could stop him. 

The latter set up a howl ; but Fred 
was relentless. ‘‘You tipped us over,” 
he charged; “and now we’re even 
without this.” 

The rest of the party laughed again ; 
but they hurried the dripping little fel- 
lows home for dry clothing and a talk 
with their mammas, after telling them 
that they would have to be white people 
if they did not obey their chiefs from 
that time forward. 


CHAPTER X 


BLACK WOLF MEETS THE PAWNEES 

Tj ^ VER since Big Eagle had become 
a chief, Frank had been dis- 
jR. ^ satisfied because of his own fail- 

ure to do anything heroic. He was 
older than Jimmy, yet he was only a 
brave. But he was too manly to have 
any bad feeling toward Big Eagle on that 
account, or to let any one guess his dis- 
appointment. 

He had consoled himself with drawing 
very good pictures of the Mohawk totem 
upon all the tepees of the tribe, and had 
painted some of them so that they made 
a very striking appearance. These pic- 
tures were really better than anything 
that the Pequots had done in that line. 


160 %tttU mutt 
but Frank was not content. Girls can 
draw/’ he said to himself. I want to do 
something that will make me a chief! ” 

In spite of all this, he was as ready for 
sport as any of his companions ; and 
when Earl came over one morning and 
proposed a fishing expedition, he was the 
first to yell approval. 

‘‘We’ll go down to the ‘Bend,’” said 
Earl. “ The fish always bite there.” So 
they made their preparations as soon as 
possible and started off, leaving the girls 
together at the Mohawk camp, as they 
preferred to stay behind and do bead 
work. 

The “Bend” was a portion of the 
brook beyond the grove where Frank 
had found the Sioux medicine bag. It 
was in quite a deep forest, and the banks 
were steep and stony. 

Rex and Earl kept the Medicine Men 


aSlacR mau 


161 


near them, cautioning the two to be 
quiet ; and for a time it was as still as any 
fisherman could desire. Then, all at once. 
Tommy gave a whoop and jerked up his 
line with such force that he nearly rolled 
down the bank before Rex could catch 
him. ‘‘I got one! I got one!"’ he 
yelled. 

Keep still, can’t you ? ” warned 
Frank. ‘T had a bite, but you scared 
it away ! ” 

Rex pulled in the line, expecting to 
find a twig or piece of drift. But 
he echoed Tommy’s whoop when he 
drew out a sparkling trout that would 
have done credit to any fisherman. 
*‘Well done. Medicine Man!” he cried. 
‘‘You’re not to be laughed at, after all!” 

Everybody was surprised, and Tommy 
grew quite puffed up. But finally they 
settled down again, more eager than 


II 


162 mutt 

before. The silence was a little longer 
this time ; then, suddenly, the other Medi- 
cine Man jumped up with a yell, jerking 
his rod so hard that he sent the line fly- 
ing around, and something wet and slip- 
pery gave Earl a slap in the face. He 
caught it as it flopped to the ground, and 
held it up triumphantly. How ’s that 
for our Medicine Man?” he shouted; 
and immediately Tommy and Fred 
thought themselves famous anglers. 

The speckled inhabitants of the brook 
were hungry that morning, and soon Earl 
and Rex, Frank and Jimmy, had each 
added a fine trout to the collection. But 
before a half-hour had passed, the smaller 
children got restless, and Tommy and 
Fred managed to tangle themselves in 
their lines two or three times and to 
make a great deal of noise ; so Rex sug- 
gested that they go and play by them- 


mat^ JHJalf 163 

selves. And don’t yell any louder than 
forty Indians ought to, if you can help 
it ! ” he called after them. 

‘‘I guess I’ll go too,” said Frank. 

The Medicine Men had kept still so 
long that they were like two little colts 
let loose in a pasture ; and before any 
one had really noticed what they were 
doing, they were off through the woods, 
racing at the top of their speed. 

‘‘Let’s hide!” suggested Tommy, as 
he stopped, out of breath, in a thick 
clump of young maples. 

“ All right 1 ” agreed Fred. 

“ Here, you Medicine Men I Where 
are you ?” came Frank’s voice from the 
distance. 

“Don’t let ’s answer!” giggled Tommy. 

“All right ! ” agreed Fred, again. 

“Thomas! Frederick!” called Frank. 
And the runaways giggled more than 


164 ilittle mftiU StttfmiT^ 

ever as they crouched down in the maple 
clump, almost holding their breath for 
fear they would be caught. 

Come back, you young Indians ! ’’ 

Tommy clapped his hand over his 
mouth to keep from laughing aloud. 

The shouts continued, and the little 
boys were having great fun out of it, 
until, all at once, they realized that the 
sounds were getting farther away instead of 
coming nearer. Then Tommy jumped 
up excitedly. ‘‘ Perhaps they ’re going 
back ! ” he cried. 

Fred was beside him in an instant, his 
eyes growing round. *‘Pooh! They’ll 
find us,” he replied, trying to appear 
unconcerned. 

‘‘Maybe they can’t!” said Tommy. 
“ Maybe we ’re lost, and we ’ll have to 
stay here all night ! ” At this dreadful 
thought they stared at each other in 


mndi 5ir0lf 165 

terror. Then Tommy began to howl, 
and Fred joined in, and they started to 
run back as fast as they had run away, 
only they made a mistake and took the 
wrong direction. But they kept on yel- 
ling so loud that nothing else could be 
heard, and stumbled over everything that 
came in their way because they were too 
scared to notice where they stepped. 

In this manner they were rushing for- 
ward as fast as their chubby legs would 
carry them, when, all at once. Tommy 
stubbed his toe and went down head- 
first into a little hollow, amongst some 
tall weeds which hid him from view. 
Freddy thought he was tumbling through 
the earth, and he howled louder than 
ever, dancing up and down before the 
spot where his companion had disap- 
peared. 

Their yells were suddenly drowned by 


166 Eittu mftitt SirttiaiTd 

a series of war whoops that sounded dif- 
ferent from any they had heard before, 
and Fred was frightened into silence by 
the appearance of three strange Indians, 
who rushed upon them through the trees. 
They were fierce with war paint and 
feathers, and all wer'e fully armed. 

Tommy had ventured to peep out of 
his hollow to see what was going on, and 
even he was quiet for an instant, with 
fear. But, as the largest of the strange 
braves discovered him and picked him out 
of his hiding place, he broke forth into re- 
newed howls, and Fred joined him once 
more, neither of them paying any attention 
to the kind words of the strange Indians, 
who were trying to reassure them. 

At this moment Black Wolf dashed 
upon the scene, with a loud whoop to 
announce his coming. When he caught 
sight of the new braves, he stopped for 


mKcli molt 167 

a moment in amazement ; then, as the 
largest of them still held the struggling 
Tommy, the Mohawk, who had not heard 
what was said, rushed upon him like a 
whirlwind. 

The chief, although much larger than 
Black Wolf, was taken by surprise and 
fell back, releasing his prisoner. After- 
wards, as all three came at him with loud 
yells, the gallant Mohawk returned to the 
charge, shouting to the Medicine Men 
to run as fast as they could, toward the 
brook. 

But an answering challenge made the 
echoes ring, as White Bear, King Philip, 
and Big Eagle came flying to the rescue. 
For a moment they also stared in wonder ; 
then King Philip raised a shout : ‘‘They ’re 
palefaces ! They ’re palefaces ! Look at 
Johnny Smith’s hair! ” 

“ That ’s so 1 ” cried Rex, snatching 


168 ilittle mmu 

at the helmet of the chief, which had 
slipped to one side in the struggle, un- 
covering a mass of close yellow curls. 

The warrior sprang back, adjusting it 
calmly. My brother is deceived,” he 
answered. His eyes are like those of the 
owl by daylight. He sees before him the 
great Pawnee chief. Dark Cloud. Many 
scalps can he count in the scalp dance. 
His braves are as countless as the buffaloes 
of the plains.” 

All right ! ” cried Rex. It ’s more 
fun to be Indians, anyway; and you've 
got yourselves up in great shape. I did n’t 
know you at first.” 

‘‘ Neither did I,” admitted Earl. ^‘John- 
ny’s hair gave them away.” 

The Medicine Men were staring from 
the shelter of their own tribes, and Black 
Wolf had drawn a little to one side, look- 
ing as though he hardly knew whether to 


mindi Wlcrlf 169 

be glad or sorry that it was not a real 
enemy that he had encountered. 

Johnny decided the matter for him. 
‘‘Well/’ he laughed, dropping his dis- 
guise for a moment, “ I can tell you one 
thing. This brave should be made a chief. 
You ought to have seen him pitch into 
the whole of us. And he did n’t know 
us, either ! ” 

Black Wolf hung his head ; but 
Johnny went on describing the encoun- 
ter, and Walter and Will joined in ; so 
it was not long before the whole story 
was told, and Black Wolf found his hopes 
realized, for he also had suddenly become 
a hero. 

“ If my brothers will follow me to the 
Mohawk camp,” said White Bear, “ they 
shall see how a great chief rewards courage. 
And then, if it is the wish of the Pawnees, 
we will smoke the peace pipe together.” 


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Dark Cloud accepted the invitation. 

‘‘ But where are your women and 
children?” asked King Philip. 

The eyes of the Pawnee twinkled for 
an instant. Then he answered gravely : 

Do the women and children of my 
brothers go upon the warpath with 
them ? We were scouting for enemies. 
Our women and children are safe in the 
lodges of the Pawnees.” 

Earl and Rex laughed at this rebuff. 
‘‘You’re all right!” said the former, 
good-naturedly. “ Come on 1 ” 

But he had scarcely spoken when four 
strangers were seen approaching through 
the forest. They were all dressed in the 
strictest Indian fashion for women, and 
two of them carried pappooses upon their 
backs. The larger of these was held in a 
long hood-like arrangement of the blanket 
which was wrapped around its mother. 


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and looked as much like a real baby as a 
doll possibly could. 

‘‘Huh! It’s Maude and the other 
Smith girls ! ” said Tommy, suddenly find- 
ing his voice. 

At this there was a general laugh, and 
a great deal of talk that was not Indian. 
But Earl looked at the Pawnee chief with 
a sly smile. “Your lodges must be close 
at hand,” he said. 

Dark Cloud was undisturbed. “We 
hunt for the buffalo near by,” he returned. 
“ It is well that our lodges should not be 
too far away.” 

“ See here, you fellows! ” Rex broke in. 
“Let’s talk white for a minute! We 
must n’t rush into camp with all these 
strange Indians, or we ’ll frighten the girls 
out of their wits. The Pawnees had bet- 
ter stay a little behind — just enough to 
be reasonable.” 


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Everybody agreed to this, and the whole 
party returned to the Mohawk camp, 
where they laughed over the surprise of 
the girls, and told them all that had hap- 
pened. Black Wolf was made so much of 
that he hardly knew what to do with 
himself, and the Pawnees were welcomed 
as a great addition to the Indian tribes. 

‘‘We didn’t have enough braves be- 
fore,” said Rex. “ And besides, you can 
turn into white people again any time 
you want to.” 

“ Of course ! ” said Johnny. 

Florence and Clara were greatly in- 
terested in the pappooses, and Rising 
Sun declared that Sweetbrier would soon 
be old enough to carry in a blanket. 

While this conversation was going on. 
White Bear invited the chiefs and braves 
of the different tribes to sit in council ; so 
they gathered in a circle in the council 


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lodge. After gravely passing the pipe 
around, the Mohawk chief rose to his feet 
and made a speech. He was followed by 
King Philip and Dark Cloud. 

When they were through saying polite 
things to one another, in Indian fashion, 
the peace pipe went around, and then 
Black W olf was commanded to stand 
forth. He did so with becoming pride, 
and after another speech. White Bear 
promised him a war helmet and pro- 
claimed him a chief of the tribe, the other 
Indians shouting approval. 

The girls had been listening and peep- 
ing at the door, and they cheered at this 
until the council broke up. 

* Black Wolf went to sleep that night a 
happy brave, and dreamed that he was lead- 
ing a hundred whooping warriors to save 
Uncle Will from a hostile band of Pawnees. 


CHAPTER XI 


A BAD INDIAN 

rTT^HE Mohawks and Pequots were 
m getting ready to visit the camp of 
M. the Pawnees, which they had not 
yet seen, although it was the morning 
after Black Wolf’s adventure. 

I suppose it will be about the same 
as ours,” said Rex. 

“Probably,” agreed Earl. “John said 
they built it all themselves.” 

The procession was soon ready to start, 
and King Philip gave the signal. He 
was ahead, mounted on Goliath, with Ris- 
ing Sun seated behind him. Next came 
Humpty Dumpty, proudly carrying White 
Bear and Pocahontas. Black Wolf fol- 
lowed, then Big Eagle, and after them 


a Sntrmn 175 

paced the gallant Prince, bearing the Pe- 
quot Medicine Man. 

The Medicine Man of the Mohawks 
rode his own favorite and reliable war 
horse, — a stout maple branch, with the 
leaves and twigs trimmed in such a man- 
ner as to represent the head, mane, and 
tail of the animal. This noble steed he 
held in with a strong hand and much 
show of difficulty. 

Singing Bird and Shooting Star, Sweet 
Clover and Humming Bird, brought up 
the rear, and the whole line moved foward 
with dignity, except for a few giggles from 
the little girls. The Medicine Men were 
on their good behavior, and everything 
was apparently just as it should be. 

But a rabbit dashing across the path 
proved too much for Tommy, especially 
when his eye took in at the same instant 
the proud form of his rival and a back- 


176 %ittu mftiu Itttrmn^ 

ward glance of disdain. A shrill “Take 
him! take him, Prince 1 ” changed Fred’s 
pony back to an eager dog, and Prince 
was off at a bound, while the Pequot 
Medicine Man, taken unawares, sprawled 
in the grass. 

Tommy doubled up with laughter ; 
then he whooped and made his war horse 
prance about until Fred started in pursuit, 
when the stern commands of the chiefs 
were necessary to bring order again to the 
column. After this. Prince was called to 
his place, and the march was resumed. 

When they came in sight of the Paw- 
nee village, there was a general shout of 
surprise, a pause, then the visitors pressed 
forward, to be met by the Pawnee chief 
and his braves and welcomed in proper 
Indian style. 

The new Indians were well pleased 
with the sensation they had caused, and 


a asatf sttixmtt 177 

they had reason to be proud of their work. 
Their camp presented an appearance en- 
tirely different from either the Mohawk 
or Pequot, and had been quite difficult 
to build. The tepees were shaped like 
a bushel basket turned upside down, al- 
though, of course, they were much larger. 
The frame of each was composed of 
slender pine poles, the larger ends set in 
the ground, and the tops bent over and 
tied together in the centre. These were 
covered with canvas and decorated with 
large figures of the wolf, which was the 
totem of the tribe. 

A stuffed figure of a wolf stood in the 
centre of the space around which the 
tepees were built, and the brush houses 
had been allowed to remain in order to 
give the village a more imposing appear- 
ance. 

The lodges were trimmed with corn 
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178 mftiU SnlfiatTiS 

silk to represent scalps, and before each of 
them was a pole with the weapons of its 
owner hung upon it ; while at one side 
cooking utensils were piled up in a little 
heap. The Smith girls had made a num- 
ber of rag dolls for Indian children, while 
the pappooses were hung in their cradles 
from the posts to which the weapons were 
attached ; the largest, however, was seated 
before the door of one of the tepees. 

Drawn up on the bank of the brook 
was the canoe which Johnny had made, 
and Dick was quietly lying at the entrance 
of the council lodge. None of the chil- 
dren had ever heard of Indians keeping 
cats, but in spite of that Dick was as 
much a member of the tribe as any of 
them. 

When the camp had been inspected. 
Dark Cloud seated his braves and the 
visiting chiefs in a circle, and after several 


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speeches they smoked the pipe of peace 
together. 

‘‘I’m the only fellow that isn’t a 
chief,” said Walter, dolefully, when it 
was over. 

“We’ll make you one if you want us 
to,” said Johnny. 

But Walter would not accept the offer. 
“No,” he said; “Black Wolf and fiig 
Eagle did something brave, and I want 
to. It ’s only fair that I should start in 
the same as they did. The trouble is, 
I ’ll have to hurry up, or I can’t be a 
chief this summer. Vacation is almost 
over.” 

“ That ’s right ! ” said Rex. “ I hate 
to give it all up and go back to town. 
You folks can play Indian as long as 
you want to.” 

“But you’re coming back next sum- 
mer,” said Earl. 


180 %tttu mutt IiTirmtT^ 


“Yes, indeed!” cried Florence. “I 
wouldn’t miss it for anything.” 

“ I Ve been thinking of something,” 
said Rex. “ Wouldn’t it be jolly to have 
all the tepees in one village another year ? 
The lower end of our grove, where the 
trees are so scarce, would be just the place, 
because it is handy all around, and a large 
village would show off better. I know 
our folks would be willing to let us use 
the grove.” 

Everybody was pleased with the idea, 
and in planning for the following summer 
they forgot their regret that the vacation 
was so near its close. 

The Medicine Men became enthusias- 
tic, and all three of them. Will Smith 
representing the Pawnees, set forth into 
the Smith pasture, declaring their inten- 
tion of capturing every bad Indian that 
might be prowling about, and bringing 


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him, or at least his scalp, in triumph to 
the Pawnee camp. 

When they had climbed the fence and 
advanced a few rods, Will called a halt. 
‘‘See here!” said he. “Let’s divide up. 
I’ll go around one side of the hill, and 
Fred can take the other; then, if Tom 
goes up on top of it, we ’ll be apt to catch 
them all.” 

Fred readily agreed, but Tommy hung 
back. “ If there should be a dozen of 
them,” he explained, “ one of us could n’t 
get them alone.” 

“ Oh, that ’s all right,” said Will. 
“We can yell if we need help.” Then 
he stretched his neck to peer ahead, mo- 
tioning the others to silence. “ I believe 
I saw a bunch of feathers in that clump 
of bushes,” he whispered. The next 
moment he was off like a rocket, leaving 
Tommy and Fred staring after him with 


182 3 t(ttu mute 

round eyes. But Fred quickly pulled 
himself together. ‘‘Pooh!” said he. 
“ He’s just playing. Go on up the hill.” 
With that he started on a run around the 
other side of it, and Tommy, ashamed 
to follow him, began to climb the path 
cautiously. 

Here and there sheep were nibbling 
the short grass, and the old ones lifted 
their heads, staring at him solemnly, 
while the younger ran away as he ap- 
proached. Tommy and the sheep ap- 
peared to have the hill all to themselves, 
for the cattle were away off at the other 
end of the pasture, and the Medicine Man 
soon forgot his fears in watching his 
woolly companions. 

Presently he commenced talking to 
them in their own language, — as nearly 
as possible, — and he was getting a good 
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he turned a sharp bend in the path, he 
suddenly came face to face with a sturdier 
specimen than he had yet seen. It had 
little horns neatly curled up on each 
side of its head, and it did not move out 
of the path when the Medicine Man 
appeared. 

Tommy eyed his new acquaintance 
doubtfully. He was not familiar with 
sheep, and they might have opinions of 
their own, as well as people. ‘‘How d’ 
you do ? ” he asked at last, in a trial of 
friendship. 

The creature shook its head and said 
“ Baa ! ” at the same time taking a few 
mincing steps forward. 

Tommy began to back away, and as he 
backed, he howled ; while the other sheep 
stared, and the stranger took a few more 
steps toward him, shaking his head more 
vigorously than before. 


184 iiittu mMU 

Tommy’s howls woke the echoes, and 
in the midst of them answering yells were 
heard, while Fred scrambled up the side 
of the hill to find the Mohawk Medicine 
Man and his new acquaintance dancing a 
war dance around each other to the tune 
of some very lively howls and baas. 

Fred laughed until he was obliged 
to hold his sides, and at last the stranger 
turned and sent a challenging ‘‘ Baa ” 
toward him; but Fred had seen sheep be- 
fore and was not to be frightened. “I ’ll 
teach you to iaa at me ! ” he shouted, 
turning to pick up a stick that lay just 
at the brow of the hill. 

As he bent over. Tommy’s assailant saw 
his opportunity for a joke and, with an- 
other loud baa, a quick dash, and a skilful 
bunt, he sent the brave Medicine Man 
rolling down the hill. 

Tommy set up a fresh howl, but at that 


185 


a JSatr £ntfistt 

moment Will came dashing through the 
bushes. Hold on, Sampson ! ” he cried. 
Then he dropped to the ground and rolled 
about with laughter, while Sampson play- 
fully bunted him and capered around until 
Tommy’s eyes nearly started out of his 
head with amazement. 

‘‘ He won’t hurt you ! ” called Will. 
‘‘He ’s a young one and a great pet. He 
just wants to play.” Then as he saw the 
Pequot Medicine Man picking himself 
out of a clump of bushes below, he began 
to roll and laugh again, Sampson tumbling 
over him, until finally, as they came near 
the edge of the hill, they went over it to- 
gether, rolling after the routed Pequot. 
Will’s hands had caught Sampson’s curly 
wool, and the two made a comical pic- 
ture as they bumped down the hill. 

Tommy was not sure whether to laugh 
or howl ; but as he caught sight of Fred 


186 ilittle JSHftlte 

doubled up with merriment, he also set 
up a yell of triumph. At the same time 
he thought it best to put as great a dis- 
tance as possible between himself and his 
enemy while the latter was busy; so he 
scurried down the path at his best speed, 
and across the pasture toward the Pawnee 
camp, casting frequent glances over his 
shoulder as he went and repressing his 
howls in the hope that he would not at- 
tract attention. 

He had almost reached the fence when 
a series of laughing shouts behind him, 
accompanied by the sound of rushing feet, 
made his hair stand on end again. Lie 
down ! ” called Will, between his shrieks 
of enjoyment. ^‘Lie down, and he can’t 
tip you over ! ” 

But Tommy made a last desperate rush, 
and had just reached the goal when he 
stubbed his toe and went down at the very 


187 


aSatf Sntrian 

feet of the frisky Sampson, who, with a 
triumphant Baa ! ” rolled him under the 
fence and into the midst of a laughing 
crowd of Indians. 

“Well done. Medicine Man!” called 
Earl. “You don’t have to climb fences, 
do you ? ” 

“He just wanted to play with you,” 
explained Maude, in an attempt at excuse. 

But Tommy picked himself up with a 
scornful air. “ Huh 1 ” said he, casting 
resentful glances between the boards. 
“ Shake your old head if you want to. 
You haven’t got any manners, anyway. 
Baa ! ” 

This called forth additional shrieks of 
laughter, and, as Sampson was at a dis- 
advantage, he could only continue to 
shake his head and talk back until Will 
and Fred came up, when, finding that the 
play was over, he went off discontentedly. 


188 llittle mMU 

looking back now and then to see if any 
one were following. 

He ’s mine/’ said Will, wiping the 
perspiration from his forehead. ‘‘ And I 
tell you what, I ’m going to make an 
Indian of him ! ” 

‘‘ Huh ! ” said Tommy, with disgust. 

But John restored peace. “Well,” he 
said, “ he was a bad Indian to-day, and 
it took the Mohawk Medicine Man to 
bring him to camp.” This at once put 
Tommy in the greatest good humor, and 
caused him to strut about like a peacock 
until something later turned his attention 
elsewhere. 


CHAPTER XII 


THE GREAT CELEBRATION 

T O tell all that the young Indi- 
ans did that summer would re- 
quire a very large book. They 
learned to know every kind of bird and 
animal around their hunting grounds, 
also every plant and tree. They grew 
skilful in following a trail, marking every 
sign by which an Indian can tell the way 
his enemy has gone ; and they learned to 
note landmarks, so that by going over the 
ground once they could follow the same 
trail again. They also grew skilful in 
hiding their own footprints, and cover- 
ing every trace of the way they had taken 
upon the warpath. 


190 ^ittU mfixtt 

The girls did very pretty bead work, 
and the older boys tried to outdo each 
other in the sports which Indian braves 
delight in. Among other things, they 
became quite skilful with the lasso, and 
Humpty Dumpty, Goliah, Prince, and 
even Dick and Sampson, furnished sub- 
jects for them to practise upon. The 
pony, donkey, and dog enjoyed the sport, 
and were ready enough to help the play 
along when the braves went out to hunt 
wild horses and cattle ; but Dick was a 
more difficult subject, while Sampson 
managed to turn the tables on them pretty 
frequently. Nevertheless, they found both 
fun and good practice in the game, and 
even the Medicine Men occasionally at- 
tempted it, although Tommy and Samp- 
son never became good friends. 

But through all the merry times Wal- 
ter, who was called Keen Eye, was con- 


(Svmt Cek6rKti0w 191 

stantly on the lookout for something by 
which he might distinguish himself. He 
was only eight years old, but he felt that 
it would be a disgrace to let the vacation 
pass without proving himself as brave as 
Jimmie and Frank had been. But the 
time was nearly up, and he had done 
nothing remarkable. 

One afternoon the three tribes arranged 
to go on the warpath against the Sioux, 
whose villages, they declared, were too 
near, and they started out in full force 
and battle array, headed for the upper end 
of the forest where the Pawnees had first 
made their appearance. The girls wanted 
to see the fun, so they played they were 
braves and trooped along after the boys 
in the merriest spirits. 

Of course each chief has about 
a hundred warriors,’' said Earl ; and 
we shall have a large enough force 


192 Eittu mute 

to wipe the Sioux completely off the 
map.” 

What map ?” asked Tommy, opening 
his eyes very wide. 

Our map,” laughed Earl. 

The Medicine Man was about to make 
further inquiries, but Fred stopped him. 
‘‘He’s just fooling,” said he, loftily. 

When they reached the edge of the 
forest Johnny halted his band and mo- 
tioned for the others to stop. “We’d 
better spread out and surround the camp,” 
he suggested ; “ and we ought to send out 
runners, besides.” 

“That’s right!” agreed Rex. 

“I want to go 1 ” yelled Tommy. 

“ So do 1 1 ” echoed Fred. 

“Let them,” advised Earl. “And I 
will send Big Eagle, also.” 

“Black Wolf shall go too,” said Rex. 

“ One from our tribe will do,” Johnny 


JCfte (Sr^at €tltbvaUtsn 193 

decided. Here, Keen Eye, I appoint 
you to scout for us. We need to keep a 
Medicine Man with us, so Will can stay 
back.” 

Fred and Tommy ran on together, but 
Black Wolf, Big Eagle, and Keen Eye 
each had his own course, and they sepa- 
rated, so as to cover a good deal of ground. 

“ Ain’t any Indians here but us ! ” 
scoffed Tommy, when they were out of 
hearing. 

‘‘ Course not ! ” agreed Fred. 

They were going along merrily, know- 
ing that the others were not far behind 
them, and that the scouts, also, were 
within call, when suddenly Fred, who 
was a little in advance, stopped in his 
path, almost tumbling backward, and 
after an instant of silence set up a yell 
that was equal to Tommy’s best efforts. 

The latter was just behind him, and 
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194 iLittle mfiiU 

the next moment he was shrieking also. 
They were too frightened to run, but 
after they found their voices they made 
the echoes ring, and in another moment 
Keen Eye rushed through the trees, call- 
ing out to know what was the matter. 

The question died in his throat almost 
before it was asked, for he saw the an- 
swer when he was still a number of yards 
away. A large animal was waddling 
along amongst the trees directly toward 
the little boys, and a second glance told 
Walter that it was a bear. 

For an instant he paused. Then with 
a shout he dashed forward, between the 
Medicine Men and the beast. “ Run 
back ! ” he called to the boys. Run 
back to the rest, and tell them to run ! ” 

Tommy and Fred obeyed, still yelling, 
and Walter faced the bear, swinging his 
lance and shouting. His heart was in 



“ np'HE creature raised itself 
slowly on its hind feet” 





®!fte (Svmt Cekibrati 0 tT 195 

his mouth, but even at that moment he 
remembered that courage and endurance 
are two of the qualities that make a good 
Indian, and he set his teeth together, re- 
solved to stand his ground and save the 
others, even if he were eaten himself. 
He shivered as he imagined the teeth of 
the bear fastened in his flesh, or its strong 
paws crushing him ; but an Indian does 
not flinch for pain, and he still faced the 
bear. 

All this passed in a very short space of 
time, and the animal was close to him. 
Then he saw that it was muzzled, and he 
felt a thrill of relief. But as he shook 
his lance and yelled again, hoping to 
make it turn back, the creature raised 
itself slowly on its hind feet and began 
to walk toward him, its little eyes rolling, 
and its mouth open enough to show the 
moist red tongue. 


196 Eittu mutt Intriffnd 

At that moment Earl, Rex, and Johnny 
came dashing through the woods from 
the rear, and Black Wolf and Big Eagle 
flew from opposite directions to meet 
them. When they saw the bear, and 
Walter standing at bay, they sprang for- 
ward with a great yell ; and the animal, 
after a cool glance at them from its little 
rolling eyes, turned clumsily, and marched 
off in the direction from which it had 
come, still walking on its hind feet. 

While the boys stared, uncertain what 
to do, a man came rushing through the 
woods, calling out orders as he came. 
When the creature saw him, it advanced 
to meet him, putting its paws on his 
shoulders and trying to lay its head 
against him. 

‘‘Trained bear!” exclaimed Johnny, 
as the three larger boys made a rush 
forward. 


JCite (Srent ^tUhvatian 197 

The man explained that Bruin had es- 
caped from a tame-animal show on the 
edge of the town, and had given him 
a great chase. “ How he got away is a 
mystery,’’ said he. ‘‘ But I ’m glad enough 
to find him. He ’s gentle as a kitten. 
But you never know what a beast may 
do, so it ’s best to be on the safe side. 
He ’s worth a pretty little sum, and it 
would have been a bad job for me if 
somebody had shot him.” 

The stranger was evidently astonished 
to find apparently civilized Indians in the 
woods, so the boys laughingly told him 
about the tribes and what they were doing, 
and when he heard about Walter’s cour- 
age, he made Bruin go through a number 
of tricks. The other children crept 
nearer at the sound of the laughter, 
although Fred and Tommy took good 
care to keep in the rear ; and when Bruin 


198 Eittu m^x^u SrrtrmiT^ 

had finished his performance, they gave 
him three rousing cheers. 

After the bear and his master had gone, 
the chiefs declared a great victory over 
the Sioux, and Walter was mounted on 
Humpty Dumpty and borne in triumph 
to the Pawnee camp, the whole party 
hailing him as a brave warrior, and pro- 
claiming him one of the mightiest chiefs 
of the three tribes. 

They entered the Indian village with 
shouts and whoops, and spent the rest of 
the day in celebrating the greatest event 
of the summer. 

Dark Cloud climbed to the top of his 
lodge and told about the wonderful deeds 
of the Pawnees until he could think of 
nothing more to say ; then the Pawnee 
Medicine Chief mounted his lodge and 
bragged ; while the Mohawk and Pequot 
chiefs proclaimed the courage and fierce 


®ite (Sreat Cekfiratian 199 

battles of their own tribes. But all 
joined in praising Keen Eye and calling 
him a mighty chieftain. 

Walter was so happy that he felt fully 
repaid for his fright ; and even Tommy 
and Fred began to see that courage was 
necessary in order to be a great Indian. 
The children noticed from that time that 
Tommy howled less frequently, while 
Fred prided himself upon never shedding 
a tear when he managed to get hurt. 

The rest of the summer flew away so 
fast that none of the Indians could keep 
up with it ; but when vacation was ended, 
they were all well satisfied with the way 
it had been spent. 

A mammoth camp fire, with white 
visitors, including not only the different 
families, but schoolmates as well, both 
from the country and city schools, made 
the last day a famous one in the history 


200 iiittle mftiu Intrmn^ 

of the three tribes. And when, at its 
close, they separated, it was with many 
promises that the next summer should 
find the White Indians back in their old 
haunts. 


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OF Camelback Mountain. 

The Three Weavers: A Fairy Tale for 
Fathers and Mothers as Well as for Their 
Daughters. 

Keeping Tryst. 

The Legend of the Bleeding Heart. 

Each one volume, tall i6mo, cloth decorative . $0.50 

Paper boards 35 

There has been a constant demand for publication 
in separate form of these four stories, which were orig- 
inally included in four of the “ Little Colonel ” books. 

Joel: A Boy of Galilee. By Annie Fel- 
lows Johnston. Illustrated by L. J. Bridgman. 

New illustrated edition, uniform with the Little Colonel 
Books, I vol., large i2mo, cloth decorative . $1.50 

A story of the time of Christ, which is one of the 
author’s best-known books. 

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BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE 


Asa Holmes ; or, at the cross-roads. a 

sketch of Country Life and Country Humor. By 
Annie Fellows Johnston. With a frontispiece by 
Ernest Fosbery. 

Large 1 6mo, cloth, gilt top . . . ^i.oo 

“ ‘ Asa Holmes ; or, At the Cross-Roads’ is the most de- 
lightful, most sympathetic and wholesome book that has been 
published in a long while.” — Boston Times. 

The Rival Campers; or, the Adventures 

OF Henry Burns. By Ruel Perley Smith. 
Square i2mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . $1.50 

Here is a book which will grip and enthuse every boy reader. 
It is the story of a party of typical American lads, coura- 
geous, alert, and athletic, who spend a summer camping on an 
island off the Maine coast. 

“The best boys’ book since ‘ Tom Sawyer.’” — San Fran- 
cisco Examiner. 

The Rival Campers Afloat; or, thr 

Prize Yacht Viking. By Ruel Perley Smith. 
Square i2mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . ^1.50 

This book is a continuation of the adventures of “ The 
Rival Campers ” on their prize yacht Viking. An accidental 
collision results in a series of exciting adventures, culminat- 
ing in a mysterious chase, the loss of their prize yacht, and 
its recapture by means of their old yacht, Surprise. 

The Rival Campers Ashore. By ruel 

Perley Smith, author of “ The Rival Campers,” 
The Rival Campers Afloat,” etc. 

Square i2mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . $1.50 

“ The Rival Campers Ashore ” deals with the adventures 
of the campers and their friends in and around the town of 
Benton. Mr. Smith introduces a new character, — a girl, — 
who shows them the way to an old mill, around which the 
mystery of the story revolves. The girl is an admirable ac- 
quisition, proving as daring and resourceful as the campers 
themselves, 

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The Young Section=Hand ; or, the ad- 
ventures OF Allan West. By Burton E. Ste- 
venson, author of “ The Marathon Mystery,” etc. 
Square i2mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by L. J. 

Bridgman $i-5o 

Mr. Stevenson’s hero is a manly lad of sixteen, who is given 
a chance as a section-hand on a big Western railroad, and 
whose experiences are as real as they are thrilling. 

The Young Train Dispatcher. ByBuR- 

TON E. Stevenson, author of “ The Young Section- 
hand,” etc. 

Square i2mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . $i-5o 

The young hero has many chances to prove his manliness 
and courage in the exciting adventures which befall him in the 
discharge of his duty. 

Captain Jack Lorimer. By winn stan- 

DISH. 

Square i2mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by A. B. 

Shute ^1.50 

Jack is a fine example of the all-around American high- 
school boy. He has the sturdy qualities boys admire, and 
his fondness for clean, honest sport of all kinds will strike a 
chord of sympathy among athletic youths. 

Jack Lorimer’s Champions; or. Sports 

on Land and Lake. By Winn Standish, author of 
“Captain Jack Lorimer,” etc. 

Square i2mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50 

All boys and girls who take an interest in school athletics 
will wish to read of the exploits of the Millvale High School 
students, under the leadership of Captain Jack Lorimer. 

Captain Jack’s Champions play quite as good ball as do 
some of the teams on the large leagues, and they put all 
opponents to good hard work in other summer sports. 

Jack Lorimer and his friends stand out as the finest ex- 
amples of all-round American high school boys and girls. 


BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE 


Beautiful Joe’s Paradise ; OR, The Island 

OF Brotherly Love. A sequel to “ Beautiful Joe.” 
By Marshall Saunders, author of “ Beautiful Joe.” 
One vol., library 1 2mo, cloth, illustrated . ^1.50 

“ This book revives the spirit of ‘Beautiful Joe ’ capitally. 
It is fairly riotous with fun, and as a whole is about as unusual 
as anything in the animal book line that has seen the light. It 
is a book for j uveniles — old and young.” — Philadelphia Item. 

’Tilda Jane. By marshall Saunders. 

One vol., i2mo, fully illustrated, cloth decorative, $1.50 

“ It is one of those exquisitely simple and truthful books 
that win and charm the reader, and I did not put it down 
until I had finished it — honest 1 And I am sure that every 
one, young or old, who reads will be proud and happy to 
make the acquaintance of the delicious waif. 

“ I cannot think of any better book for children than this. 
I commend it unreservedly.” — Cyrus Townsend Brady. 

The Story of the Qraveleys. By mar- 
shall Saunders, author of “ Beautiful Joe’s Para- 
dise,” “’Tilda Jane,” etc. 

Library i2mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by E. B. 
Barry $1.50 

Here we have the haps and mishaps, the trials and triumphs, 
of a delightful New England family, of whose devotion and 
sturdiness it will do the reader good to hear. 

Born to the Blue. By Florence Kimball 
Russel. 

1 2mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . $1.25 

The atmosphere of army life on the plains breathes on 
every page of this delightful tale. The boy is the son of a 
captain of U. S. cavalry stationed at a frontier post in the 
days when our regulars earned the gratitude of a nation. 
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In West Point Gray. By Florence Kim- 
ball Russel. 

i2mo, cloth decorative, illustrated . . 1 1.25 

West Point forms the background for the second volume 
in this series, and gives us the adventures of Jack as a cadet. 
Here the training of his childhood days in the frontier army 
post stands him in good stead ; and he quickly becomes the 
central figure of the West Point life. 

The Sandman ; His Farm Stories. 

By William J. Hopkins. With fifty illustrations by 
Ada Clendenin Williamson. 

Large 1 2mo, decorative cover . . . $1.50 

An amusing, original book, written for the benefit of very 
small children. It should be one of the most popular of the 
year’s books for reading to small children.” — Buffalo Ex- 
press. 

The Sandman : More Farm Stories. 

By William J. Hopkins. 

Large i2mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated ^1.50 

Mr. Hopkins’s first essay at bedtime stories met with such 
approval that this second book of “ Sandman ” tales was 
issued for scores of eager children. Life on the farm, and 
out-of-doors, is portrayed in his inimitable manner. 

The Sandman : His Ship Stories. 

By William J. Hopkins, author of “ The Sandman ; 
His Farm Stories,” etc. 

Large i2mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated $1.50 

“ Mothers and fathers and kind elder sisters who put the 
little ones to bed, and rack their brains for stories, will find 
this book a treasure.” — Cleveland Leader. 

“ Children call for these stories over and over again.” — 
Chicago Evening Post. 

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BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE 


Pussy-Cat Town. By Marion Ames Tag- 
gart. 

Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and deco- 
rated in colors $i.oo 

“ Pussy-Cat Town ” is a most unusual delightful cat story. 
Ban-Ban, a pure Maltese who belonged to Rob, Kiku-san, 
Lois’s beautiful snow-white pet, and their neighbors Bedelia 
the tortoise-shell, Madame Laura the widow, Wutz Butz the 
warrior, and wise old Tommy Traddles, were really and truly 
cats. 

The Roses of Saint Elizabeth. By Jane 

Scott Woodruff, author of “ The Little Christmas 
Shoe.” 

Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and deco- 
rated ill colors by Adelaide Everhart . ^i.oo 

This is a charming little story of a child whose father was 
caretaker of the great castle of the Wartburg, where Saint 
Elizabeth once had her home. 

Gabriel and the Hour Book. ByEvA- 

LEEN Stein. 

Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and deco- 
rated in colors by Adelaide Everhart . $i.oo 

Gabriel was a loving, patient, little French lad, who assisted 
the monks in the long ago days, when all the books were 
written and illuminated by hand, in the monasteries. 

The Enchanted Automobile. Trans- 

lated from the French by Mary J. S afford. 

Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and deco- 
rated in colors by Edna M. Sawyer . . $i.oo 

The enchanted automobile was sent by the fairy god- 
mother of a lazy, discontented little prince and princess to 
take them to fairyland, where they might visit their story- 
book favorites. 

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The Red Feathers. By Theodore Roberts, 

author of “ Brothers of Peril,” etc. 

Cloth decorative, illustrated . . . $1.50 

“ The Red Feathers” tells of the remarkable adventures of 
an Indian boy who lived in the Stone Age, many years ago, 
when the world was young, and when fairies and magicians 
did wonderful things for their friends and enemies. 

The Wreck of the Ocean Queen. By 

James Otis, author of “Larry Hudson’s Ambition,” 

etc. 

Cloth decorative, illustrated . . . $1.50 

This story takes its readers on a sea voyage around the 
world ; gives them a trip on a treasure ship ; an exciting ex- 
perience in a terrific gale; and finally a shipwreck, with a 
mutineering crew determined to take the treasure to compli- 
cate matters. 

But only the mutineers will come to serious harm, and 
after the reader has known the thrilling excitement of lack of 
food and water, of attacks by night and day, and of a hand-to- 
hand fight, he is rescued and brought safely home again, — 
to realize that it’s only a story, but a stirring and realistic 
one. 

Little White Indians. By Fannie E. 

Ostrander. 

Cloth decorative, illustrated . . . ^1.25 

The “ Little White Indians ” were two families of children 
who “ played Indian ” all one long summer vacation. They 
built wigwams and made camps ; they went hunting and 
fought fierce battles on the war-trail. 

A bright, interesting story which wall appeal strongly to 
the “ make-believe ” instinct in children, and will give them a 
healthy, active interest in “ the simple life.” 

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BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE 


PHYLLIS^ FIELD FRIENDS SERIES 

By LENORE E. MULETS 
Six vols., cloth decorative, illustrated by Sophie 
Schneider. Sold separately, or as a set. 


Per volume $i.oo 

Per set . 6.00 


Insect Stories. 

Stories of Little Animals. 

Flower Stories. 

Bird Stories. 

Tree Stories. 

Stories of Little Fishes. 

In this series of six little Nature books, it is the author’s in- 
tention so to present to the child reader the facts about each 
particular flower, insect, bird, or animal, in story form, as to 
make delightful reading. Classical legends, myths, poems, 
and songs are so introduced as to correlate fully with these 
lessons, to which the excellent illustrations are no little help. 

THE WOODRANGER TALES 

By G. WALDO BROWNE 

The Woodranger. 

The Young Gunbearen 
The Hero of the Hills. 

With Rogers’ Rangers. 

Each I vol., large 1 2mo, cloth, decorative cover, illus- 
trated, per volume $i-25 

Four vols., boxed, per set ... . S.oo 

“ The Woodranger Tales,” like the “ Pathfinder Tales ” of 
J. Fenimore Cooper, combine historical information relating 
to early pioneer days in America with interesting adventures 
in the backwoods. Although the same characters are con- 
tinued throughout the series, each book is complete in itself, 
and, while based strictly on historical facts, is an interesting 
and exciting tale of adventure. 

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THE LITTLE COUSIN SERIES 


The most delightful and interesting accounts possible 
of child life in other lands, filled with quaint sayings, 
doings, and adventures. 

Each one vol., 1 2mo, decorative cover, cloth, with six or more 
full-page illustrations in color. 

Price per volume $0.60 

By MARY HAZELTON WADE {^unless otherwise 
hidicated) 


Our Little African Cousin 

Our Little Alaskan Cousin 

By Mary F. Nixon - Roulet 

Our Little Arabian Cousin 

By Blanche McManus 

Our Little Armenian Cousin 
Our Little Brown Cousin 

Our Little Canadian Cousin 

By Elizabeth R. Macdonald 

Our Little Chinese Cousin 

By Isaac Taylor Headland 

Our Little Cuban Cousin 

Our Little Dutch Cousin 

By Blanche McManus 

Our Little English Cousin 

By Blanche McManus 

Our Little Eskimo Cousin 

Our Little French Cousin 

By Blanche McManus 

Our Little German Cousin 
Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 

Our Little Hindu Cousin 

By Blanche McManus 

Our Little Indian Cousin 
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Our Little Irish Cousin 
Our Little Italian Cousin 
Our Little Japanese Cousin 
Our Little Jewish Cousin 

Our Little Korean Cousin 

By H. Lee M. Pike 

Our Little Mexican Cousin 

By Edward C. Butler 

Our Little Norwegian Cousin 

Our Little Panama Cousin 

By H. Lee M. Pike 

Our Little Philippine Cousin 
Our Little Porto Rican Cousin 
Our Little Russian Cousin 

Our Little Scotch Cousin 

By Blanche McManus 

Our Little Siamese Cousin 

Our Little Spanish Cousin 

By Mary F. Nixon -Roulet 

Our Little Swedish Cousin 

By Claire M. Coburn 

Our Little Swiss Cousin 
Our Little Turkish Cousin 


COSY CORNER SERIES 

It is the intention of the publishers that this series shall 
contain only the very highest and purest literature, — 
stories that shall not only appeal to the children them- 
selves, but be appreciated by all those who feel with 
them in their joys and sorrows. 

The numerous illustrations in each book are by well- 
known artists, and each volume has a separate attrac- 
tive cover design. 

Each I vol., i6mo, cloth .... $0.50 

By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON 

The Little Colonel. (Trade Mark.) 

The scene of this story is laid in Kentucky. Its hero- 
ine is a small girl, who is known as the Little Colonel, 
on account of her fancied resemblance to an old-school 
Southern gentleman, whose fine estate and old family 
are famous in the region. 

The Giant Scissors. 

This is the story of Joyce and of her adventures 
in France. Joyce is a great friend of the Little Colonel, 
and in later volumes shares with her the delightful ex- 
periences of the “ House Party ” and the “ Holidays.” 

Two Little knights of Kentucky. 

Who Were the Little Colonel’s Neighbors. 

In this volume the Little Colonel returns to us like an 
old friend, but with added grace and charm. She is 
not, however, the central figure of the story, that place 
being taken by the “ two little knights.” 

Mildred’s Inheritance. 

A delightful little story of a lonely English girl who 
comes to America and is befriended by a sympathetic 
American family who are attracted by her beautiful 
speaking voice. By means of this one gift she is en- 
abled to help a school-girl who has temporarily lost the 
use of her eyes, and thus finally her life becomes a busy, 
happy one. 
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By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON {Continued) 

Cicely and Other Stories for Girls. 

The readers of Mrs. Johnston’s charming juveniles 
will be glad to learn of the issue of this volume for 
young people. 

Aunt ’Liza’s Hero and Other Stories. 

A collection of six bright little stories, which will 
appeal to all boys and most girls. 

Big Brother. 

A story of two boys. The devotion and care of 
Steven, himself a small boy, for his baby brother, is the 
theme of the simple tale. 

Ole Mammy’s Torment. 

“Ole Mammy’s Torment” has been fitly called “a 
classic of Southern life.” It relates the haps and mis- 
haps of a small negro lad, and tells how he was led by 
love and kindness to a knowledge of the right. 

The Story of Dago. 

In this story Mrs. Johnston relates the story of Dago, 
a pet monkey, owned jointly by two brothers. Dago 
tells his own story, and the account of his haps and mis- 
haps is both interesting and amusing. 

The Quilt That Jack Built. 

A pleasant little story of a boy’s labor of love, and 
how it changed the course of his life many years after 
it was accomplished. 

Flip’s Islands of Providence. 

A Story of a boy’s life battle, his early defeat, and his 
final triumph, well worth the reading. 

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By EDITH ROBINSON 

A Little Puritan’s First Christmas. 

A Story of Colonial times in Boston, telling how 
Christmas was invented by Betty Sewall, a typical child 
of the Puritans, aided by her brother Sam. 

A Little Daughter of Liberty. 

The author introduces this story as follows : 

“ One ride is memorable in the early history of the 
American Revolution, the well-known ride of Paul 
Revere. Equally deserving of commendation is another 
ride, — the ride of Anthony Severn, — which was no less 
historic in its action or memorable in its consequences.” 

A Loyal Little Maid. 

A delightful and interesting story of Revolutionary 
days, in which the child heroine, Betsey Schuyler, 
renders important services to George Washington. 

A Little Puritan Rebel. 

This is an historical tale of a real girl, during the 
time when the gallant Sir Harry Vane was governor of 
Massachusetts. 

A Little Puritan Pioneer. 

The scene of this story is laid in the Puritan settle- 
ment at Charlestown. 

A Little Puritan Bound Girl. 

A Story of Boston in Puritan days, which is of great 
interest to youthful readers. 

A Little Puritan Cavalier. 

The story of a “ Little Puritan Cavalier ” who tried 
with all his boyish enthusiasm to emulate the spirit and 
ideals of the dead Crusaders. 

A Puritan Knight Errant. 

The story tells of a young lad in Colonial times who 
endeavored to carry out the high ideals of the knights 
of olden days. 

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By OUT DA {Louise de la Ra7nee) 

A Dog of Flanders : a Christmas Story. 
Too well and favorably known to require description. 

The Nurnberg Stove. 

This beautiful story has never before been published 
at a popular price. 

By PRANCES MARGARET FOX 

The Little Giant’s Neighbours. 

A charming nature story of a “ little giant ” whose 
neighbours were the creatures of the field and garden. 

Farmer Brown and the Birds. 

A little story which teaches children that the birds 
are man’s best friends. 

Betty of Old Mackinaw. 

A charming story of child-life, appealing especially to 
the little readers who like stories of “ real people.” 

Brother Billy. 

The story of Betty’s brother, and some further ad- 
ventures of Betty herself. 

Mother Nature’s Little Ones. 

Curious little sketches describing the early lifetime, 
or “ childhood,” of the little creatures out-of-doors. 

How Christmas Came to the Mul- 
vaneys. 

A bright, lifelike little story of a family of poor chil- 
dren, with an unlimited capacity for fun and mischief. 
The wonderful never-to-be forgotten Christmas that 
came to them is the climax of a series of exciting inci- 
dents. 

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By MISS MULOCK 

The Little Lame Prince. 

A delightful story of a little boy who has many ad- 
ventures by means of the magic gifts of his fairy god- 
mother. 

Adventures of a Brownie. 

The story of a household elf who torments the cook 
and gardener, but is a constant joy and delight to the 
children who love and trust him. 

His Little Mother. 

Miss Mulock’s short stones for children are a constant 
source of delight to them, and “ His Little Mother,” in 
this new and attractive dress, will be welcomed by hosts 
of youthful readers. 

Little Sunshine’s Holiday. 

An attractive story of a summer outing. “ Little Sun- 
shine ” is another of those beautiful child-characters for 
which Miss Mulock is so justly famous. 

By MARSHALL SAUNDERS 

For His Country. 

A sweet and graceful story of a little boy who loved 
his country; written with that charm which has endeared 
Miss Saunders to hosts of readers. 

Nita, the Story of an Irish Setter. 

In this touching little book, Miss Saunders shows how 
dear to her heart are all of God’s dumb creatures. 

Alpatok, the Story of an Eskimo 
Dog. 

Alpatok, an Eskimo dog from the far north, was stolen 
from his master and left to starve in a strange city, but 
was befriended and cared for, until he was able to re- 
turn to his owner. 


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By WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE 

The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow. 

This story, written by the gifted young Southern 
woman, will appeal to all that is best in the natures of 
the many admirers of her graceful and piquant style. 

The Fortunes of the Fellow. 

Those who read and enjoyed the pathos and charm 
of “The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow” will welcome 
the further account of the adventures of Baydaw and 
the Fellow at the home of the kindly smith. 

The Best of Friends. 

This continues the experiences of the Farrier’s dog and 
his Fellow, written in Miss Dromgoole’s well-known 
charming style. 

Down in Dixie. 

A fascinating story for boys and girls, of a family of 
Alabama children who move to Florida and grow up in 
the South. 


By MARIAN W. WILDMAN 

Loyalty Island. 

An account of the adventures of four children and 
their pet dog on an island, and how they cleared their 
brother from the suspicion of dishonesty, 

Theodore and Theodora. 

This is a story of the exploits and mishaps of two mis- 
chievous twins, and continues the adventures of the 
interesting group of children in “ Loyalty Island.” 

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